Sir John Suckling
Poems of Sir John Suckling
|1.||A Doubt of Martyrdom||1/3/2003|
|2.||A Supplement of an Imperfect Copy of Verses of Mr. William||1/1/2004|
|3.||I prithee send me back my heart||1/3/2003|
|4.||I prithee spare me gentle boy||1/3/2003|
|5.||If you refuse me once, and think again||1/3/2003|
|6.||Love Turned to Hatred||1/3/2003|
|7.||Out upon it, I have lov'd||1/3/2003|
|11.||The Constant Lover||1/3/2003|
|12.||When, Dearest, I But Think of Thee||1/3/2003|
|13.||Why so pale and wan, fond lover?||1/3/2003|
|14.||Why so Pale and Wan?||1/4/2003|
Love Turned to Hatred
I will not love one minute more, I swear!
No, not a minute! Not a sigh or tear
Thou gett'st from me, or one kind look again,
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'll curse thee too.
For thy sake woman shall be now to me
Less welcome than at midnight ghosts shall be.
I'll hate so perfectly that it shall be