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(4) Let not their oaths, like vollies shot,

make any breach at all.

Nor smoothness of their language plot

which way to scale the wall;

Nor balls of wild-fire love consume

The shrine which I adore:

For if such smoke about thee fume,

I’ll never love thee more.

I think thy virtues be too strong

to suffer by surprise;

Which victualled by love so long,

the siege at length must rise,

And leave thee ruled in that health

and state thou wert before:

But if thou turn a Commonwealth,

I'll never love thee more.

But if by fraud, or by consent,

thy heart to ruin come.

I’ll sound no trumpet, as I wont,

nor march by tuck of drum;

But hold my arms, like ensigns, up,

thy falsehood to deplore,

And bitterly will sigh and weep,

and never love thee more.