To Lucasta, on Going to the Wars lyrics

by

Hubert Parry


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
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