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 Copy Share Image
If I a fancy take To black and blue, That fancy doth it beauty make. — John Suckling Copy Share Image
A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass. . . . . As much to the lively grey 'Tis… — John Suckling Copy Share Image
Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work. — John Suckling Copy Share Image
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… — John Suckling Copy Share Image
But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments. — John Suckling Copy Share Image
Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow. — John Suckling Copy Share Image
Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day was in its glory, scarce appeared; toward our evening, how great and monstrous! — John Suckling Copy Share Image
A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity. — John Suckling Copy Share Image
“I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou… — John Suckling Copy Share Image
I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou… — John Suckling Copy Share Image
