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 |
 |
A Prologue of the Author's to a Masque at Witten.
|
 | The last remains of Sr John Suckling |  |
37
A Prologue of the Author's to a Masque at Witten.
Expect not here a curious River fine,Our wits are short of that: alas the time!
The neat refined language of the Court
We know not; if we did, our Country sport
Must not be too ambitious; 'tis for Kings,
Not for their Subjects, to have such rare things.
Besides though, I confess, Parnassus hardly,
Yet Helicon this Summer-time is dry:
Our wits were at an ebbe or very low,
And, to say troth, I think they cannot flow.
But yet a gracious influence from you
May alter Nature in our Brow-sick crew.
Have patience then, we pray, and sit a while;
And, if a laugh be too much, lend a smile.
I. S.
| The last remains of Sr John Suckling | |