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
I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not Honor more.
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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 thou too shalt adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
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