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(23) Nought's to be won at woman's hand, Unleſs ye give her a' the plea; Then I'll leave aff where I began, And tak my auld cloak about me.

III. Fooliſh fort, a Heart.

now ſince I ſat down before, this fooliſh Fort, a heart, (Time ſtrangely ſpent) a year or more, and ſtill I did my part.

Made my approaches, from her hand, unto her lip did riſe; And did already underſtand the language of her eyes.

Proceeding on with no leſs art, my tongue was engineer; I thought to undermine the heart, by whiſp'ring in the ear.

When this did nothing, I brought down, great cannon, oaths, and ſhot, A thouſand, thouſand to the town, and ſtill it yielded not.

I then reſolv'd to ſtarve the place, by cutting off all kiſſes; Praiſing and gazing on her face, with all ſuch little bleſſes.