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.

Recordings

1To Althea, From Prison

2To Lucasta, On Going to the Wars

3The Grasshopper: To my Noble Friend Mr. Charles Cotton

Books & cds by Richard Lovelace