Poems by Sir John Suckling
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Song: Out upon it, I have lovd
... But the spite ont is, no praise ...
Sonnet II: Of thee, kind boy, I ask no red and white
... There’s no such thing as that we beauty call, ...
Song: Why so pale and wan fond lover?
... Quit, quit for shame, this will not move, ...
Upon My Lady Carlisles Walking in Hampton Court Garden
... Thom. Twas well for thee she left the place ...
Sonnet 1: Dost see how unregarded now
... Sure beautys empires, like to greater states, ...
from A Ballad Upon A Wedding
... Thoudst swear her teeth her words did break, ...
A Supplement of an Imperfect Copy of Verses of Mr. William Shakespear's, by the Author
... ling short, Curled back in rings, and seemed to turn again To bite the part so unkindly held them in ...
I prithee spare me gentle boy
... That makes least sport, flies only where't can kill ...
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