To Lucasta, Going to the Warres

Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkinde.

        That from the Nunnerie

Of thy chaste breast, and quiet minde,

        To Warre and Armes I flie.

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.

Yet this Inconsistency is such,

        As thou too shalt adore;

I could not love thee (Deare) so much,

        Lov'd I not Honour more.

Richard Loveless