Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind

"Lovers Running" by Brian Kershisnik

Law School has started up again for Aaron. We are scrambling to order our lives around his class and study schedule. There's an expectation that every year of law school gets a little less intense, a little more sane. So I expected that this third and final year I could look forward to seeing Aaron around a bit more. A friend of ours, another third year, managed to schedule all his classes to fit on just three days a week, so I was starting to feel hopeful.

That was a mistake. After some final class hunting, Aaron came back with a schedule with class Monday through SATURDAY. Saturday? Saturday isn't supposed to be a school day! And he has class Monday and Friday night. Friday night, which was our date night. If I didn't know better, I might think he was trying to avoid me. He promisies he isn't and keeps quoting this poem to me, changing out the words war and sword with things like law school and study. It makes me laugh even though I'm still annoyed. So here's the poem of the week:

To Lucasta, on 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.

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 thou too shalt adore;
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not Honour more.

-Richard Lovelace