...the nunnerie Of thy chaste breast, and quiet minde To warre and arms I flie. True : a new mistresse now I chase, The first foe in the field ; And with...such, As you too shall adore ; I could not love thee, deare, so much, Lov'd I not honour more. THE SCRUTINY. WHY should you sweare I am forsworn ? Since...

...verse. Another specimen, and let it be from Lovelace— like Carew, a courtier and cavalier — Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That, from the nunnery...I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first fu* in the field ; And with a stronger f.iith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy...

...joining the army, he wrote that beautiful song to his mistress, which has been so often quoted, — Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery...too shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear ! so much, Lov'd I not honour more. The rest of his life was a series of the most cruel misfortunes. He...

...— 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...too, shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov'd I not honour more. SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT (1605-1668), considered as a writer of miscellaneous...

...— 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...too, shall adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov'd I not honour more. SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT (1605-1668), considered as a writer of miscellaneous...

...martial spirit about the following that cannot be well surpassed. To LuCASTA. 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, Lov'd I not honour more. The devotedness of soul with which he embraces " A sword, a horse, a...

...— 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...this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore; SUCKLING. DAVENANT. BROWNE. DONNE. 41 I could not love thee, dear, so muchj Lov'd I not honour more....

...glide Into the grave. HERRICK. HONOUR AND LOVE. TELL ma not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the memory Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms...such As you too shall adore, I could not love thee, dearest, much Lov'd I not honour more. LOVELACK. MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger,...

...sings his ballads most sweetly. You, too, had you heard him, would have listened a second tune : — ' True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in...this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore — 1 could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more !' But I forget, the theme is a forbidden...

...ray ; But shake your head, and scatter day ! To Lvcasta, on going to the Wars. Tell me not, sweet, 1 y the imagination back into the primeval ages of the...when be hid himself among women, though puzzling much, - Loy'd I not honour more. To AlAea,from Prwon. When 1оте with unconfined wings Hovers within...