Sir John Suckling

 A Ballad upon a Wedding – Sir John Suckling

 A Ballad upon a Wedding – Sir John Suckling

I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, Where I the rarest things have seen, O, things without compare! Such sights again cannot be found In any place on English ground, Be it at wake or fair. At Charing Cross, hard by the way Where we, thou know’st, do sell our hay, There is a house with stairs... »

 A Doubt of Martyrdom – Sir John Suckling

 A Doubt of Martyrdom – Sir John Suckling

O for some honest lover’s ghost, Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know Whether the noble chaplets wear Those that their mistress’ scorn did bear Or those that were used kindly. For whatsoe’er they tell us here To make those sufferings dear, ’Twill there, I fear... »

A Supplement of an Imperfect Copy of Verses of Mr. William – Sir John Suckling

A Supplement of an Imperfect Copy of Verses of Mr. William – Sir John Suckling

One of her hands one of her cheeks lay under, Cosening the pillow of a lawful kiss, Which therefore swell’d, and seem’d to part asunder, As angry to be robb’d of such a bliss! The one look’d pale and for revenge did long, While t’other blush’d, ’cause it had... »

I prithee send me back my heart – Sir John Suckling

I prithee send me back my heart – Sir John Suckling

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine? Yet now I think on’t, let it lie, To find it were in vain; For thou hast a thief in either eye Would steal it back again. Why should two hearts in one breast lie... »

 I prithee spare me gentle boy – Sir John Suckling

 I prithee spare me gentle boy – Sir John Suckling

I prithee spare me gentle boy, Press me no more for that slight toy, That foolish trifle of an heart; I swear it will not do its part, Though thou dost thine, employ’st thy pow’r and art. For through long custom it has known The little secrets, and is grown Sullen and wise, will have its... »

 If you refuse me once, and think again – Sir John Suckling

 If you refuse me once, and think again – Sir John Suckling

If you refuse me once, and think again, I will complain. You are deceiv’d, love is no work of art, It must be got and born, Not made and worn, By every one that hath a heart. Or do you think they more than once can die, Whom you deny? Who tell you of a thousand deaths a day, Like the old poets... »

Love Turned to Hatred – Sir John Suckling

Love Turned to Hatred – Sir John Suckling

I will not love one minute more, I swear! No, not a minute! Not a sigh or tear Thou gett’st from me, or one kind look again, Though thou shouldst court me to ‘t, and wouldst begin. I will not think of thee but as men do Of debts and sins; and then I’ll curse thee too. For thy sake ... »

Out upon it, I have lov’d – Sir John Suckling

Out upon it, I have lov’d – Sir John Suckling

Out upon it, I have lov’d Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings, Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on’t is, no praise Is due at all to me; Love with me ha... »

Song – Sir John Suckling

Song – Sir John Suckling

Why so pale and wan fond lover? Prithee why so pale? Will, when looking well can’t move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee why so pale? Why so dull and mute young sinner? Prithee why so mute? Will, when speaking well can’t win her, Saying nothing do’t? Prithee why so mute? Quit, qui... »

Sonnet – Sir John Suckling

Sonnet – Sir John Suckling

Oh, for some honest lover’s ghost, Some kind unbodied post Sent from the shades below! I strangely long to know Whether the noble chaplets wear Those that their mistress’ scorn did bear Or those that were used kindly. For whatsoe’er they tell us here To make those sufferings dear, ... »

The Constant Lover – Sir John Suckling

The Constant Lover – Sir John Suckling

Out upon it, I have lov’d Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. Time shall molt away his wings Ere he shall discover In such whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on’t is, no praise Is due at all to me: Love with me had... »

When, Dearest, I But Think of Thee – Sir John Suckling

When, Dearest, I But Think of Thee – Sir John Suckling

When, dearest I but think of thee, Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted: For beauties that from worth arise Are like the grace of deities, Still present with us, tho’ unsighted. Thus while I sit and sigh the day With all his borrow’d lights away, Till night’s black w... »

Why so Pale and Wan? – Sir John Suckling

Why so Pale and Wan? – Sir John Suckling

WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can’t move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can’t win her, Saying nothing do ‘t? Prithee, why so mute? Qu... »