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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Love turn'd to Hatred.
I Will not love one minute more I swear,No not a minute; not a sigh or tear
Thou getst from me, or one kind look agen,
Though thou shouldst court me to't and wouldst begin.
I will not think of thee but as men do
Of debts and sins, and then I'le curse thee too:
For thy sake woman shall be now to me
Less welcom, then at midnight ghosts shall be:
Ile hate so perfectly, that it shall be
Treason to love that man that loves a she;
Nay I will hate the very good, I swear,
That's in thy sex, because it doth lie there;
Their very vertue, grace, discourse, and wit,
And all for thee; what, wilt thou love me yet?
J. S.
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