'Tis now, since I sat down
That foolish fort, a heart,(Time strangely spent) a year and more,
And still I did my part:
Made my approaches, from her
Unto her lip did rise,
And did already
The language of her eyes;
Proceeded on with no less art —My tongue was engineer;
I thought to undermine the
By whispering in the ear.
When this did nothing,
I brought
Great cannon-oaths, and shot A thousand thousand to the town;
And still it yielded not.
I then resolved to starve the
By cutting off all kisses,
Praising and gazing on her face,
And all such little blisses.
To draw her out, and from her strength,
I drew all batteries in,
And brought myself to lie at length As if no siege had been.
When I had done what man could
And thought the place mine own,
The enemy lay quiet too,
And smiled at all was done.
I sent to know from whence and where These hopes and this relief;
A spy informed,
Honor was there,
And did command in chief."March, march," quoth I; "the word straight give;
Let's lose no time, but leave her;
That giant upon air will live,
And hold it out for ever."To such a place our camp remove As will no siege abide;
I hate a fool that starves her love,
Only to feed her pride."Out Upon It!
I Have
Out upon it!
I have loved Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more,
If it prove fair weather.
Time shall moult away his wings,
Ere he shall
In the whole wide world
Such a constant lover.
But the spite on't is, no
Is due at all to me:
Love with me had made no
Had it any been but she.
Had it any been but she,
And that very face,
There had been at least ere thisA dozen dozen in her place.
