Dedication

TO LUCASTA
GOING TO THE WARS

Note

	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.
	RICHARD LOVELACE.