Richard Lovelace

Here you will find the Poem To Lucasta, Going To The Wars of poet 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.