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Слушать(AI)To Lucasta On Going To The Wars
LL me not,
Sweet,
I am unkind, That from the
Of thy chaste breasts, 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, Loved I not honour more.
Richard Lovelace
Richard Lovelace (9 December 1617 – 1657) was an English poet in the seventeenth century. He was a cavalier poet who fought on behalf of the kin
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