To Lucasta, Going to the Wars

To Lucasta I. TELL me not Sweet I am unkind, That from the Nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To War and Armes I fly.

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 Dear so much, Loved I not honor more.