TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS

by: Richard Lovelace (1618-1658)

      ELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
      That from the nunnery
      Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
      To war and arms I fly.
       
      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.
       
      Yet this inconstancy is such
      As thou, too, shalt adore;
      I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
      Loved I not Honor more.

'To Lucasta, on Going to the Wars' is reprinted from English Poems. Ed. Edward Chauncey Baldwin. New York: American Book Company, 1908.

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