The Poems, Plays and Other Remains of Sir John Suckling. With a Copious Account of the Author, Notes, and an Appendix of Illustrative Pieces ...

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Page lxvi - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Page lxxiv - Then to the well-trod stage anon If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Page 152 - 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 58 - 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 10 - 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 44 - 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. Her mouth so small, when she does speak Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break That they might passage get; But she so handled still the matter They came as good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit.
Page 27 - Hate, did once bespeak Three mates to play at barley-break ; Love Folly took ; and Reason, Fancy ; And Hate consorts with Pride ; so dance they. Love coupled last, and so it fell, That Love and Folly were in hell. They break, and Love would Reason meet, But Hate was nimbler on her feet ; Fancy looks for Pride, and thither Hies, and they two hug together : Yet this new coupling still doth tell, That Love and Folly were in hell.
Page 43 - 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 49 - Was one wav'ring thought, if thy flame Were not still even, still the same ; Know this, Thou lov'st amiss, And to love true Thou must begin again, and love anew. If, when she appears i...
Page 37 - To draw her out and from her strength, I drew all batteries in; And brought myself to lie at length As if no siege had been. When I had done what man could do And thought the place mine own, The enemy lay quiet too And smiled at all was done.

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