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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Desdain.
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English'd thus by the Author.
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To what end serve the promisesAnd oaths lost in the air,
Since all your proffer'd services
To me but tortures are.
2
Another now enjoys my Love,Set you your heart at rest:
Think not me from my faith to move,
Because you faith protest.
3
The man that doth possess my heart,Has twice as much perfection,
And does excell you in desert,
As much as in affection.
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I cannot break so sweet a bond,Unless I prove untrue:
Nor can I ever be so fond,
To prove untrue for you.
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Your attempts are but in vain,(To tell you is a favor:)
For things that may be, rack your brain;
Then lose not thus your labor.
J. S.
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