Chivalry
| To Lucasta, Going to the Wars (1649) | The Ballad of High Noon (1952) | |
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| - Richard Lovelace |
- Ned Washington |
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| Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. |
Do not forsake me, oh my darling, on this our wedding day, Do not forsake me, oh my darling, wait, wait along. |
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| 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. |
I do not know what fate awaits me, I only know I must be brave. And I must face the man, who hates me, |
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| Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not honour more. |
Or lie a coward, a craven coward, or lie a coward in my grave. |
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Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past, so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.-Charles Kingsley (1819–1875)
