...not, sweet, I am unkind, That, from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms 1 fly. *' True, a new mistress now I chase, — The...too shall adore : I could not love thee, dear, so muck, Loved I not honour mare." This soldier's services in the cause of the monarchy cost him not only...

...nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I choose, The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith...love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more. ON LELY'S PORTRAIT OP CHARLES THE FIRST. See what an humble bravery doth shine, And grief triumphant...

...atoned for all the vanity and foppishness of their unhappy author. " Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, If from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind,...foe in the field, And with a stronger faith embrace The sword, the horse, the shield. "Yet, this inconstancy is such As yon too shall adore ; I had not...

...following addresses, both of which are certainly very beautiful : — TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS. Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery...too, shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, l.ov ,1 I not honour more. TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. When love with unconfined wings Hovers within...

...wars, and reconciles, with equal truth and grace of feeling, the soldier's and the lover's duty: — " Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That, from the nunnery..."Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore : / could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more." This soldier's services in the cause...

...not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arras I fly. ' True, a new mistress, now I chase, The first...too shall adore : I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.' " " Well done ! Well touched lute—well trolled ditty ! Brave song...

...marry : For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry. TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery...thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more. Colonel Lovelace LXXXIV ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA You meaner beauties of the night, Which poorly satisfy our eyes...

...Like the Sun in 's early ray, But shake your head, and scatter day ! TO LUCA6TA, ON GOING TO THK WARS. Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery...love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more. THK SCRt'TINT. Why should you say I am forsworn. Since thine I vowed to be? Lady, it is already morn,...

...not, then, wind up that light In ribands, and o'ercloud in night, TO LUCASTA, OS GOING TO THB WARS. Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery...love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more. THE SCRUTINY. Why should you say I am forsworn. Since thine I vowed to be? Lady, it is already morn,...

...tender, — as, for instance, in his doubly gallant little epigram — TO LUCASTA, ON GOING TO THE WARS. Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery...new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field j And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you,...