Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind, br That from the nunnery br Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind br To war and arms I fly. br br True, a new mistress now I chase, br The first foe in the field; br And with a stronger faith embrace br A sword, a horse, a shield. br br Yet this inconstancy is such br As you too shall adore; br I could not love thee (Dear) so much, br Lov'd I not Honour more.