| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| Sir John Suckling |
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| 34. Sonnet |
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| OF thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white | |
| to make up my delight, | |
| no odd becomming graces, | |
| Black eyes, or little know-not-whats, in faces; | |
| Make me but mad enough, give me good store | 5 |
| Of Love, for her I court, | |
| I ask no more, | |
| 'Tis love in love that makes the sport. | |
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| There's no such thing as that we beauty call, | |
| it is meer cousenage all; | 10 |
| for though some long ago | |
| Like 't certain colours mingled so and so, | |
| That doth not tie me now from chusing new, | |
| If I a fancy take | |
| To black and blue, | 15 |
| That fancy doth it beauty make. | |
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| Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite | |
| makes eating a delight, | |
| and if I like one dish | |
| More then another, that a Pheasant is; | 20 |
| What in our watches, that in us is found, | |
| So to the height and nick | |
| We up be wound, | |
| No matter by what hand or trick. | |
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