To Lucasta, Going To The Wars

Richard Lovelace

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.

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• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta, I Laugh And Sing
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta, Like To The Sentinel Stars
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta. Going To The Warres.
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta. The Rose.
• Richard Lovelace : To My Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. On His Poems Moral And Divine
• Richard Lovelace : To My Noble Kinsman Thomas Stanley, Esq. On His Lyrick Poems Composed By Mr. John Gamble.
• Richard Lovelace : To My Truely Valiant, Learned Friend; Who In His Brooke Resolv'd The Art Gladiatory Into The Mathematicks
• Richard Lovelace : To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly: On That Excellent Picture Of His Majesty And The Duke Of York, Drawne By Him At Hampton- Court
• Richard Lovelace : To The Genius Of Mr. John Hall. On His Exact Translation Of Hierocles His Comment Upon The Golden Verses Of Pythagoras.

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• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta, Going Beyond The Seas
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta, From Prison
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta Ode Lyrick
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta From Prison An Epode
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta
• Richard Lovelace : To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. L.
• Richard Lovelace : To His Deare Brother Colonel F. L. Immoderately Mourning My Brothers Untimely Death At Carmarthen
• Richard Lovelace : To Fletcher Reviv'd
• Richard Lovelace : To Ellinda, That Lately I Have Not Written
• Richard Lovelace : To Ellinda Upon His Late Recovery. A Paradox