(aka "Tell me not, Sweet")by Richard Lovelace (1618 - 1657)
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
For, 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 unconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
For, I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more.
Richard Lovelace was an English poet, soldier, and Royalist whose graceful lyrics and dashing career made him the prototype of the perfect Cavalier. His father was also in the military service.
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