1Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
2 That from the nunnery
3Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
4 To war and arms I fly.
5True, a new mistress now I chase,
6 The first foe in the field;
7And with a stronger faith embrace
8 A sword, a horse, a shield.
9Yet this inconstancy is such
10 As you too shall adore;
11I could not love thee (Dear) so much,
12 Lov'd I not Honour more.
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