By John Donne
Hee hath engag'd her; his, she wholy bides;
her owne, none others secrets hides.
If to the flocke he come, and Abell
She faines hoarse barkings, but she biteth not,
is quite, but not her love forgot.
At last a trap, of which some every
Abell had plac'd, ends all his losse, and feare,
Wolves death; and now just time it was
That a quicke soule should give
life to that masse
Of blood in Abells bitch, and thither this did