Charles Hubert Hastings Parry - To Lucasta on going to the wars - текст песни (слова)

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.