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Portrait of John Suckling John Suckling The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse (1910)

There acts, as glorious as the sun,
Are by her veneration spun,
In one of which I would have brought
A pure, unspotted, abstract thought,
Considering her as she is good,⁠45
Not in her frame of flesh and blood.
These atoms then, all in her sight,
I bad him join, that so he might
Discern between true love's creation,
And that love's form that's now in fashion.⁠50
Love, granting unto my request,
Began to labour in my breast
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Portrait of John Suckling John Suckling The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse (1910)

But wiser Apollo bade him draw nigher,
And when he was mounted a little higher,
He openly declared that it was the best sign ⁠110
Of good store of wit, to have good store of coin;
And without a syllable more or less said,
He put the laurel on the Alderman's head.
At this all the wits were in such a maze
That for a good while they did nothing but gaze ⁠115
One upon another: not a man in the place
But had discontent writ in great in his face.
Only the small poets cheer'd up again,
Out of hope, as 'twas thought, of borrowing
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Portrait of John Suckling John Suckling The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse (1910)

All that awakes, all that inflames desires,
All that sweetly commands, all that beguiles,10
He does into one pair of eyes convey,
And there begs leave that he himself may stay.
And there he brings me, where his ambush lay,
Secure and careless, to a stranger land;
And, never warning me, which was foul play,15
Does make me close by all this beauty stand:
Where, first struck dead, I did at last recover,
To know that I might only live to love her.
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