Richard Lovelace and the Cavalier Poets

Over at Hoydens and Firebrands  this week I am writing about the most romantic of the cavalier poets, Richard Lovelace.


To Lucasta, Going To The Wars
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,That from the nunneryOf thy chaste breast and quiet mindTo war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,The first foe in the field;And with a stronger faith embraceA sword, a horse, a shield.


Yet this inconstancy is suchAs you too shall adore;I could not love thee (Dear) so much,Lov'd I not Honour more. 


And this beautiful version of To Althea from Prison by Fairport Convention.