John Suckling

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If of herself she cannot love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!

Sir John Suckling (February 10, 1609June 1, 1642) was an English Cavalier poet.

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[edit] Why So Pale and Wan, Fond Lover?

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  • Why 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?
  • 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!

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  • If I a fancy take
    To black and blue,
    That fancy doth it beauty make.
    • Of thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white
  • '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:
    • 'Tis Now, Since I Sat Down Before
  • 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.
    • Oh! For some honest lover's ghost
  • 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.
    • Ballad upon a Wedding. Compare: "Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then, As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again", Robert Herrick, To Mistress Susanna Southwell.

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  • Her lips were red, and one was thin;
    Compared with that was next her chin,—
    Some bee had stung it newly.
    • Ballad upon a Wedding.
  • 'T is expectation makes a blessing dear;
    Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were.
    • Against Fruition.
  • She is pretty to walk with,
    And witty to talk with,
    And pleasant, too, to think on.
    • Brennoralt, Act ii.
  • Her face is like the milky way i' the sky,—
    A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
    • Brennoralt, Act iii.
  • But as when an authentic watch is shown,
    Each man winds up and rectifies his own,
    So in our very judgments.
    • Aglaura, Epilogue. Compare: "'T is with our judgments as our watches,—none Go just alike, yet each believes his own", Alexander Pope, Essay on Criticism, part i. line 9.
  • The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
  • Nick of time.
    • The Goblins.
  • "High characters," cries one, and he would see
    Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be.
    • The Goblins. Epilogue. Compare: "Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be", Alexander Pope, Essay on Criticism, part ii, line 53; "There's no such thing in Nature, and you'll draw A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw", John Sheffield, 1st Duke of Buckingham and Normanby, Essay on Poetry.

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