i could not love thee,dear, so much, Loved i not honor more
tell me not, sweet i am unkind, then from the nunnery of they chaste breast 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
yet this inconstancy is such, as thou too shalt adore
i could not love thee dear so much loved i not honor more
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wolfblade
16:07 Jul 14 2008
very stong