John Suckling Quotes

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

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

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

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

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!

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

Her lips were red, and one was thin
Compared to that was next her chin, (Some bee had stung it newly).

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