John Suckling,
The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse…
(1910)
“ That love hath wings and soars aloft. Then let me grow in my desire, Though I be martyr'd in that fire; For grace it is enough for me, But only to love such as he:20 For never shall my thoughts be base, Though luckless, yet without disgrace: Then let him that my love shall blame Or clip love's wings, or quench love's flame. ”
