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…

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 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…

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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,…

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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…

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 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…

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 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…

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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…

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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…

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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?…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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?…

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