TO LUCASTA, GOING TO THE WARS - Thomas Bateson Poems

 
 

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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.