Tell me not

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,
...Loved I not honour more.

.....Going to the Wars
by Richard Lovelace (1618-58)