Song to Lucasta: Going to the Wars

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 I 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 honor more.

                        - Richard Lovelace