TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS. by COLONEL LOVELACE.
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| TO LUCASTA, ON 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 shalt adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more. |
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