I. <br />Tell me not, (sweet,) I am unkinde, <br /> That from the nunnerie <br />Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde <br /> To warre and armes I flie. <br /> <br /> II. <br />True: a new Mistresse now I chase, <br /> The first foe in the field; <br />And with a stronger faith imbrace <br /> A sword, a horse, a shield. <br /> <br /> III. <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-warres/
