John Suckling

English poet
If of herself she cannot love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!
Fragmenta Aurea, 1646

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


Why So Pale and Wan, Fond Lover?Edit

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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!

Other poemsEdit

  • 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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