Note 104 — Front matter (continued 2)
Reading edition
"Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy 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 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 honor more."