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Tell Me Not, Sweet
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 Related Articles: The Clod and the Pebble The Flea The Indian Serenade The Lost Thrill The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd The Passionate Shepherd to His Love The Ragged Wood There is a Lady Sweet and Kind  To our knowledge this poem is in the public domain. If you believe we have infringed any copyright laws please contact us and the offending material will be removed immediately.  The poetry on this site is for entertainment purposes only. See Full Disclaimer for more information. |
