John Suckling Quotes

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Out upon it, I have loved
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more,
If it prove fair weather.

John Suckling
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!

John Suckling
Love is the fart
Of every heart:
It pains a man when 'tis kept close,
And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose.

John Suckling
But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments.

John Suckling
A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity.

John Suckling
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.

John Suckling
I prithee send me back my heart,
Since I cannot have thine;
For if from yours you will not part,
Why then shouldst thou have mine?

John Suckling
Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.

John Suckling
Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.

John Suckling
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.

John Suckling
'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

John Suckling
Women enjoyed (whatsoe'er before they've been)
Are like romances read, or sights once seen.

John Suckling
'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear,
Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it were.

John Suckling
High characters (cries one), and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor ne'er will be.

John Suckling
A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass..... As much to the lively grey 'Tis as good i' th' night as day:.... She's a savour to the glass, And excuse to make it pass.

John Suckling
Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work.

John Suckling
'Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite
Makes eating a delight.

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

John Suckling
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?

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

John Suckling