| To Lucasta, Going to the Wars... Richard Lovelace... |
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I Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. |
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II True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. |
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III Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee (Dear) so much, Lov'd I not honour more. |
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