Poem by Richard Lovelace

To Lucasta, Going To The Wars

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 you too shall adore;
I could not love thee (Dear) so much,
Lov'd I not Honour more. 

1. When I by Thy Faire Shape Did Sweare
2. Lucasta's World
3. Lucasta Weeping
4. Upon the Curtain of Lucasta's Picture, It was Thus Wrought
5. Courante Monsieur

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