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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Yeeld all, my Love; but be withall as coy,As if thou knew'st not how to sport and toy:
The Fort resign'd with ease, men Cowards prove
And lazie grow. Let me besiege my Love,
Let me despair at least three times a day,
And take repulses upon each assay:
If I but ask a kiss, straight blush as red
As if I tempted for thy maidenhead:
Contract thy smiles, if that they go too far,
And let thy frowns be such as threaten war.
That Face which Nature sure never intended
Should ere be marr'd, because 't could ne'r be mended.
Take no corruption from thy Grandame Eve;
Rather want faith to save thee, then believe
Too soon: For credit me 'tis true,
Men most of all enjoy, when least they doe.
J. S.
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