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Lovelace. "Off to the English Civil War"?
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I would not dare presume to quote it now.
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Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind
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That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
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To warlike arms I fly.
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True, a new mistress now I serve
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The first foe in the field
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And with a sterner faith embrace
The sword, a horse, a shield.
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Yet this inconstancy is such
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As thou too shalt adore.
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I could not love thee, dear, so much
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Loved I not honor more.
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You will be wounded.
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You will be changed by the horrors of it.
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But you will come home.
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I believe that, my love.
You will come home.