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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