To Lucasta, Going to the Warres - Richard Lovelace

I.
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkinde,
    That from the Nunnerie
Of thy chaste breast, and quiet minde,
    To Warre and Armes I flie.

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 (Deare) so much,
    Lov'd I not Honour more.