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Sir JOHN SUCKLING.
A fourth version of CUPID'S attack.
<poem> 1. 'Tis now since I sat down before
That foolish Fort, a heart;
(Time strangely spent!) a year and more,
And still I did my part:
2. Made my approaches, from her hand
Unto her lip did rise;
And did already understand
The language of her eyes.
3. Proceeded on with no less art,
My tongue was Engineer:
I thought to undermine the heart
By whispering in the ear.
4. When this did nothing; I brought dow:
Great cannon-oaths; and shot
A thousand thousand to the town:
And still it yielded not.
5. I then resolved to starve the place
By cutting off all kisses,
Praising and gazing on her face,
And all such little blisses.
- <poem>
