If I a fancy take To black and blue, That fancy doth it beauty make. — John Suckling Beauty Copy Share Image
A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass. . . . . As much to the lively… — John Suckling Brown Copy Share Image
Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work. — John Suckling Chemist 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,… — John Suckling Ill 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 Judgment Copy Share Image
Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow. — John Suckling Eloquence 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 Evening Copy Share Image
A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity. — John Suckling Mediocrity 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,… — John Suckling Break ups 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,… — John Suckling Broken Copy Share Image
Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. — John Suckling Constancy Copy Share Image
Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was. — John Suckling Blessing Copy Share Image
She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on. — John Suckling Pleasant Copy Share Image
But oh, she dances in such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight. — John Suckling Dance Copy Share Image
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight. — John Suckling Appetite Copy Share Image
Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery. — John Suckling Courses Copy Share Image
