Sir John Suckling
Sir John Suckling Poems
- Sonnet I Dost see how unregarded now That piece of ...
- Love Turned To Hatred I will not love one minute more, I ...
- Why So Pale And Wan, Fond Love... Why so pale and wan, fond ...
- The Constant Lover Out upon it, I have lov'd Three whole ...
- I Prithee Send Me Back My Hear... I prithee send me back my ...
- Song Why so pale and wan fond lover? Prithee why so ...
- When, Dearest, I But Think Of ... When, dearest I but think ...
Born to an old and wealthy Norfolk family, Suckling was educated at Westminster School, Trinity College Cambridge and Grays Inn.
He inherited the family wealth at 18 and pursued a military and ambassadorial career overseas which saw him knighted in 1830. He returned to the English court in 1632 where through his wealth and charm he was known as an elegant and popular gallant and gamester, credited with having invented the game of cribbage. Like the other cavalier poets he scorned the sonnet and the sentimentality of love poetry, writing lyrics with short lines displaying an urbane, graceful and somewhat cynical wit. He won dramatic acclaim with his performances of Aglaura but much... more »
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Dost see how unregarded now
That piece of beauty passes?
There was a time when I did vow
To that alone;
But mark the fate of faces;
The red and white works now no more on me
Than if it could not charm, or I not see.
And yet the face continues good,
And I have still desires,
Am still the selfsame flesh and blood,
As apt to melt
And suffer from those fires;
Oh some kind pow'r unriddle where it lies,
Whether my heart be faulty, or her eyes?
She ev'ry day her man does kill,
And I as often ...