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To Lucasta, Going to the Wars
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 wars 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 shalt adore;
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not Honour more.
Chicago:
Richard Lovelace, To Lucasta, Going to the Wars Original Sources, accessed July 1, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=88XMBS9LYSH48Z5.
MLA:
Lovelace, Richard. To Lucasta, Going to the Wars, Original Sources. 1 Jul. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=88XMBS9LYSH48Z5.
Harvard:
Lovelace, R, To Lucasta, Going to the Wars. Original Sources, retrieved 1 July 2025, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=88XMBS9LYSH48Z5.
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