The last remains of Sr John Suckling Being a Full collection Of all his Poems and Letters which have been so long expected, and never till now Published, with The Licence and Approbation of his Noble and Dearest friends |
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The crafty Boy that had full oft assay'd
To peirce my stubborn and resisting Brest,
But still the bluntness of his Darts betrayed,
Resolv'd at last of setting up his rest.
Either my wilde unruly heart to tame,
Or quit his Godhead, and his Bow disclaim.
To peirce my stubborn and resisting Brest,
But still the bluntness of his Darts betrayed,
Resolv'd at last of setting up his rest.
Either my wilde unruly heart to tame,
Or quit his Godhead, and his Bow disclaim.
So all his lovely Looks, his pleasing Fires;
All his sweet Motions, all his taking Smiles;
All that awakes, all that inflames Desires,
All that by sweetly Commands, all that beguiles:
He does into one pair of Eyes convey,
And there begs leave that he himself may stay.
All his sweet Motions, all his taking Smiles;
All that awakes, all that inflames Desires,
All that by sweetly Commands, all that beguiles:
He does into one pair of Eyes convey,
And there begs leave that he himself may stay.
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And there he brings me, where his ambush lay
Secure, and careless to a stranger Land;
And never warning me, which was foul play,
Does make me close by all this Beauty stand.
Where first struck dead, I did at last recover,
To know that I might onely live to love her.
Secure, and careless to a stranger Land;
And never warning me, which was foul play,
Does make me close by all this Beauty stand.
Where first struck dead, I did at last recover,
To know that I might onely live to love her.
So I'll be sworn I do; and do confess.
The blinde Lads power, whilst he inhabits there;
But I'll be even with him neretheless
If ere I chance to meet with him elswhere.
If other eyes invite the Boy to tarry,
I'll flie to hers as to a Sanctuary.
The blinde Lads power, whilst he inhabits there;
But I'll be even with him neretheless
If ere I chance to meet with him elswhere.
If other eyes invite the Boy to tarry,
I'll flie to hers as to a Sanctuary.
J. S.
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