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26 I then resolved to starve the place 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 do, And thought the place mine own, The enemy lay quiet too, And smil'd at all was done.

I sent to know from whence and where These hopes and this relief? A spy inform'd, Honour 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.

S. bed, dull man, When Love and Hymen's revels are begun, And the church ceremonies past and done? B. Why, who's gone mad to-day?