To what a cumbersome unwieldiness br And burdenous corpulence my love had grown, br But that I did, to make it less, br And keep it in proportion, br Give it a diet, made it feed upon br That which love worst endures, discretion br br Above one sigh a day I allow'd him not, br Of which my fortune, and my faults had part ; br And if sometimes by stealth he got br A she sigh from my mistress' heart, br And thought to feast upon that, I let him see br 'Twas neither very sound, nor meant to me. br br If he wrung from me a tear, I brined it so br With scorn and shame, that him it nourish'd not ; br If he suck'd hers, I let him know br 'Twas not a tear which he had got ; br His drink was counterfeit, as was his meat ; br For eyes, which roll towards all, weep not, but sweat. br br Whatever he would dictate I writ that, br But burnt her letters when she writ to me ; br And if that favour made him fat, br I said, 'If any title be br Convey'd by this, ah ! what doth it avail, br To be the fortieth name in an entail?' br br Thus I reclaim'd my buzzard love, to fly br At what, and when, and how, and where I choose. br Now negligent of sports I lie, br And now, as other falconers use, br I spring a mistress, swear, write, sigh, and weep ; br And the game kill'd, or lost, go talk or sleep.