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I prithee spare me gentle boy

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

The little secrets, and is

Sullen and wise, will have its will,

And like old hawks pursues that

That makes least sport, flies only where't can kill.

Some youth that has not made his story,

Will think perchance the pain's the glory,

And mannerly sit out love's feast;

I shall be carving of the best,

Rudely call for the last course 'fore the rest.

And oh when once that course is past,

How short a time the feast doth last;

Men rise away and scarce say grace,

Or civilly once thank the

That did invite, but seek another place.

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John Suckling

Sir John Suckling (10 February 1609 – after May 1641) was an English poet, prominent among those renowned for careless gaiety and wit – the acco…
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