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