John Suckling Quotes

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!

No grape, that’s kindly ripe, could be
So round, so plump, so soft as she, Nor half so full of juice.

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

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!

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

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

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

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

'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:

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

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

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

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

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

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