Mind ...

To Lucasta (on going to wars) by Richard Lovelace

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 inconsistency is such
As you too, shall adore.
I could not love thee dear so much,
Loved I not honor more.