Treasure Island

cheyenne mccartney


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 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 you too shall adore;
I could not love thee (Dear) so much,
Lov'd I not Honour more.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 29, 2014

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