I. br Tell me not, (sweet,) I am unkinde, br That from the nunnerie br Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde br To warre and armes I flie. br br II. br True: a new Mistresse now I chase, br The first foe in the field; br And with a stronger faith imbrace br A sword, a horse, a shield. br br III. 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.