Richard Lovelace on Christmas
1618–1657 England
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5 quotes
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.
Lucasta (1649)
I could not love thee (Deare) so much,
Lov'd I not Honour more.
Lucasta (1649)
Then Love, I beg, when next thou takest thy bow,
Thy angry shafts, and dost heart-chasing go,
Pass rascal deer, strike me the largest doe.
Lucasta (1649)
Then Love, I beg, when next thou takest thy bow, . . .
Pass rascal deer, strike me the largest doe.
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.
. . . . . .
Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore:—
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more.