Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breasts and quiet mind
To war and arms 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 thou shalt adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.
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PoezjaIt's time to escape to the beautiful world of Poetry. I Love love love poetry and I don't think it's fully appreciated. Therefore I hope you will enjoy the works of some brilliant poets. Find heart in their words. I take absolutely no credit for th...
