Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
For, 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...

From “Tyrannic Love,” Act IV. Sc. 1.

AH, how sweet it is to love!
  Ah, how gay is young desire!
And what pleasing pains we prove
  When we first approach love’s fire!
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.

Sighs which...