Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind, <br /> That from the nunnery <br />Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind <br /> To war and arms I fly. <br /> <br />True, a new mistress now I chase, <br /> The first foe in the field; <br />And with a stronger faith embrace <br /> A sword, a horse, a shield. <br /> <br />Yet this inconstancy is such <br /> As you too shall adore; <br />I could not love thee (Dear) so much, <br /> Lov'd I not Honour more.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-lucasta-going-to-the-wars/
