
John Suckling
A Soldier
I am a man of war and might,
And know thus much, that I can fight,
Whether I am in the wrong or right,
Devoutly
The Constant Lover
Out upon it,
I have
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more,
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,
The Lovers Clock
That none beguiled be by Time's quick flowing,
Lovers have in their hearts a clock still going;
For, though Time be nimble, his
Are
Sonnet I
Dost see how unregarded now That piece of beauty passes
There was a time when I did vow To that alone; But mark the fate of faces;
The red and white works now no more on
Than if it could not charm, or I not see
When Dearest I But Think of Thee
When, dearest I but think of thee,
Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted:
For beauties that from worth
Are like the grace of deities, Still present with us, tho’ unsighted
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
Love Turned to Hatred
I will not love one minute more,
I swear
No, not a minute
Not a sigh or
Why so Pale and Wan - Song from Aglaura
HY 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
Sonnet II - Of thee kind boy I ask no red and white
Of thee, kind boy,
I ask no red and white,
To make up my delight;
No odd becoming graces,
If you refuse me once and think again
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 born, Not made and worn, By every one that hath a heart
Or do you think they more than once can die, Whom you deny
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Song - No no fair heretic - from Aglaura
No, no, fair heretic, it needs must
But an ill love in me,
And worse for thee
For were it in my