I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more. - Richard Lovelace. View more images...

Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.
. . . . . .
Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore:—
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more. - Richard Lovelace. View more images...