Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind/ That from the nunnery/ Of thy chaste breast and quite 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 thou too shalt adore/ I could not love thee, Dear, so much/ Loved I not Honor more
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