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...
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind True, a new mistress now I chase, Yet... |
When love with unconfined wings |
Amarantha sweet and fair Let it fly as unconfin'd Ev'ry... |
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde, True, a new mistresse now I chase.— |
IF to be absent were to be But I ’ll not sigh one blast or gale |
When Love with unconfinèd wings ... |