Selections from the Works of Sir John SucklingLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, & Longman, 1836 - 411 pages |
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Page 80
... I gaze now , ' tis but to see What manner of death's head ' twill be , When it is free From that fresh upper skin ; The gazer's joy and sin . The gum and glist'ning , which with art And studied 80 POEMS OF SIR JOHN SUCKLING .
... I gaze now , ' tis but to see What manner of death's head ' twill be , When it is free From that fresh upper skin ; The gazer's joy and sin . The gum and glist'ning , which with art And studied 80 POEMS OF SIR JOHN SUCKLING .
Page 94
... Twill there , I fear , be found , That to the being crown'd , T ' have lov'd alone would not suffice , Unless we also have been wise , And have our loves enjoyed . What posture can we think him in , That here unlov'd again Departs ...
... Twill there , I fear , be found , That to the being crown'd , T ' have lov'd alone would not suffice , Unless we also have been wise , And have our loves enjoyed . What posture can we think him in , That here unlov'd again Departs ...
Page 175
... twill be my turn [ Exeunt . Enter again , married , THERSAMES , AGLAURA , and Priest . Ther . Fear not , my dear ; if when love's diet Was bare looks , and those stol'n too , He yet did thrive ; what then Will he do now , when every ...
... twill be my turn [ Exeunt . Enter again , married , THERSAMES , AGLAURA , and Priest . Ther . Fear not , my dear ; if when love's diet Was bare looks , and those stol'n too , He yet did thrive ; what then Will he do now , when every ...
Page 184
... twill appear . Enter THERSAMES . Ther . I cannot bear the burthen of my wrongs One minute longer . Iolas . Why ! what's the matter , sir ! Ther . They do pretend the safety of the state , Now , nothing but my marriage with Cadusia Can ...
... twill appear . Enter THERSAMES . Ther . I cannot bear the burthen of my wrongs One minute longer . Iolas . Why ! what's the matter , sir ! Ther . They do pretend the safety of the state , Now , nothing but my marriage with Cadusia Can ...
Page 206
... twill make you melancholy , I'll sing the prince's song , that's sad enough . Agl . What you will , sir . [ Exeunt . SONG . No , no , fair heretic , it needs must be But an ill love in me , And worse for thee ; For were it in my power ...
... twill make you melancholy , I'll sing the prince's song , that's sad enough . Agl . What you will , sir . [ Exeunt . SONG . No , no , fair heretic , it needs must be But an ill love in me , And worse for thee ; For were it in my power ...
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Page 68 - Out upon it, I have loved 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.
Page 82 - For thou'st a thief in either eye Would steal it back again. Why should two hearts in one breast lie, And yet not lodge together?
Page 203 - 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?
Page 70 - Quit, quit for shame ! This will not move ; This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her : The devil take her...
Page 92 - Of thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white, To make up my delight; No odd, becoming graces, Black eyes, or little know-not-whats, in faces : Make me but mad enough, give me good store Of love for her I court, I ask no more ; 'Tis love in love that makes the sport.
Page 75 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Page 90 - He loved not the muses so well as his sport, And prized black eyes, or a lucky hit At bowls above all the trophies of wit; But Apollo was angry, and publicly said, 'Twere fit that a fine were set upon 's head.
Page 75 - Her lips were red, and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly). But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze, Than on the sun in July.
Page 70 - If by this thou dost discover That thou art no perfect lover, And, desiring to love true, Thou dost begin to love anew, Know this, Thou lov'st amiss; And to love true, Thou must begin again, and love anew.
Page 59 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.