John Suckling

John Suckling

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Sir John Suckling (10 February 1609 – after May 1641) was an English poet, prominent among those renowned for careless gaiety and wit – the accomplishments of a Cavalier poet. He also invented the card game cribbage. He is best known for his poem "Ballade upon a Wedding".
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Sonnet II - Of thee kind boy I ask no red and white

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Of thee, kind boy,
I ask no red and white,
To make up my delight;
No odd becoming graces,
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Love Turned to Hatred

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I will not love one minute more,
I swear
No, not a minute
Not a sigh or
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If you refuse me once and think again

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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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When Dearest I But Think of Thee

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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
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I prithee spare me gentle boy

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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,
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Why so Pale and Wan - Song from Aglaura

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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
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Song - No no fair heretic - from Aglaura

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No, no, fair heretic, it needs must
But an ill love in me,
And worse for thee
For were it in my
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The Lovers Clock

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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
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A Soldier

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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
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Sonnet III - A Doubt of Martyrdom

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O
for some honest lover’s ghost,   Some kind unbodied post     Sent from the shades below
I strangely long to
Whether the noble chaplets
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The Constant Lover

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Out upon it,
I have
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more,
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Sonnet I

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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
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The Siege

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'Tis now, since I sat down
That foolish fort, a heart,(Time strangely spent) a year and more,
And still I did my part:
Made my approaches, from her
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