To Lucasta, on Going to the WarsRichard Lovelace, 1640
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.
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.
Richard Lovelace (1618-c.1658)
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee (Dear) so much,
Lov’d I not Honour more.
Richard Lovelace (1618-c.1658)
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To Lucasta, Returning from the Wars, 2017
For Love to flourish, it must be pruned
Thus, to a man comes after Honor
As Death no matter pain and wounds
Should always come before Dishonor
Ioannis Katis 09/01/17
For Love to flourish, it must be pruned
Thus, to a man comes after Honor
As Death no matter pain and wounds
Should always come before Dishonor
Ioannis Katis 09/01/17
