32 LOVELACE
For if confusion have a part,
Which virtuous souls abhor, And hold a synod in thy heart,
I'll never love thee more.
Like Alexander I will reign,
And I will reign alone : My thoughts did evermore disdain
A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much,
Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch,
To gain or lose it all.
But, if thou wilt prove faithful then
And constant of thy word, I'll make thee glorious by my pen,
And famous by my sword ; I'll serve thee in such noble ways
Was never heard before ; I'll crown and deck thee all with bays
And love thee more and more.
Montrose.
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GOING TO THE WARS
TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.
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