By
John Donne.
Hee tooke a course, which since, successfully,
Great
men have often taken, to espie
The counsels, or to breake the plots of
foes.
To Abells tent he stealeth in the darke,
On whose skirts the
bitch slept; ere she could barke,
Attach'd her with streight gripes, yet
hee call'd those,
Embracements of love; to loves worke he goes,
Where deeds move more than words; nor doth she show,
Nor much
resist, nor needs hee streighten so
His prey, for, were shee loose,
she would nor barke, nor goe.
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