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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Lutea Allison: Si sola es, nulla es.
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Lutea Allison: Si sola es, nulla es.
Though you Diana-like have liv'd still chast,Yet must you not (Fair) die a Maid at last:
The roses on your cheeks were never made
To bless the eye alone, and so to fade;
Nor had the cherries on your lips their being
To please no other sense then that of seeing:
You were not made to look on, though that be
A bliss too great for poor mortalitie:
In that alone those rarer parts you have,
To better uses sure wise Nature gave
Then that you put them to; to love, to wed,
For Hymens rights, and for the Marriage-bed
You were ordain'd, and not to lie alone;
One is no number, till that two be one.
To keep a maidenhead but till fifteen,
Is worse then murder, and a greater sin
Then to have lost it in the lawful sheets
With one that should want skill to reap those sweets:
But not to lose't at all, by Venus, this,
And by her son, inexpiable is;
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The world would have its end before its time.
J. S.
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