Sonnet III - A Doubt of Martyrdom

O! for some honest lover’s ghost,   Some kind unbodied post     Sent from the shades below!     I strangely long to

Whether the noble chaplets

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, be found     That to the being crown’dT’ have loved alone will not suffice,

Unless we also have been wise   And have our loves enjoy’d.

What posture can we think him in   That, here unloved, again     Departs, and ’s thither gone     Where each sits by his own?

Or how can that Elysium

Where I my mistress still must see   Circled in other’s arms?

For there the judges all are just,   And Sophonisba must     Be his whom she held dear,     Not his who loved her here.

The sweet Philoclea, since she died,

Lies by her Pirocles his side,     Not by Amphialus.

Some bays, perchance, or myrtle bough   For difference crowns the brow     Of those kind souls that were     The noble martyrs here:

And if that be the only odds(As who can tell?), ye kinder gods,     Give me the woman here!'O! for some honest lover's ghost,':

For the inspiration of Suckling's first line see the beginning of John Donne's 'Love's Deity.' '...unbodied post':

Messenger.

Sophonisba:

Daughter of the Carthaginian general Hasdrubal.

She had been betrothed by her father to the Numidian prince Masinissa, but was later married by her father to Masinissa's rival,

Syphax.

Masinissa conquered Syphax, married Sophonisba, and upon Scipio's demand for the surrender of the lady, sent her poison, with which she immediately ended her life.

Philoclea:

In Sidney's Arcadia the Arcadian princess Philoclea is beloved by her cousin Amphialus, but she loves and is later wedded to the Thracian prince Pyrocles.