The Siege

'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.