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To Lucasta, Going to the Warres
By Richard Lovelace
I.
Tell me not Sweet I am unkind,
That from the Nunnery
Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind,
To War and Armes I fly.
II.
True; a new Mistresse now I chase
The first Foe in the Field
And with a stronger Faith imbrace
A Sword, a Horse, a Shield.
III.
Yet this Inconstancy is such,
As you too shall adore
I could not love thee Dear so much,
Loved i not honor more.
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