Tell 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 Honour more.
That concludes To Lucasta, going to the Wars by Richard Lovelace. Did you enjoy Richard Lovelace’s To Lucasta, going to the Wars? Then, rate it below. And don’t forget to like, tweet or share Richard Lovelace’s To Lucasta, going to the Wars by using the Facebook and Twitter buttons below.
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