John Suckling Quotes

They who know all the wealth they have are poor;
He's only rich that cannot tell his store.

I thought to undermine the heart
By whispering in the ear.

Our sins, like to our shadows,
When our day is in its glory, scarce appear:
Towards our evening how great and monstrous
They are!

Her face is like the milky way i' the sky,
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.

For streaks of red were mingled there,
Such as are on a Catherine pear (The side that's next the sun)

Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?

Oh for some honest lover's ghost,
Some kind unbodied post
Sent from the shades below!
I strangely long to know
Whether the nobler chaplets wear
Those that their mistress' scorn did bear,
Or those that were used kindly.

’Tis expectation makes a blessing dear;
Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it were.

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.

She's pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant, too, to think on.

If I a fancy take
To black and blue,
That fancy doth it beauty make.

Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move:
This cannot take her.
If of herself she cannot love,
Nothing can make her:
The devil take her!

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee why so pale?

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!