1.
Love is the fart
Of every heart
It pains the man when 'tis kept close,
And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose.
John Suckling
2.
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
John Suckling
3.
She is pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant, too, to think on.
John Suckling
4.
Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work.
John Suckling
5.
Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day was in its glory, scarce appeared; toward our evening, how great and monstrous!
John Suckling
6.
Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.
John Suckling
7.
Why so pale and wan, fond lover,
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?
John Suckling
8.
I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?
John Suckling
9.
Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow.
John Suckling
10.
Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.
John Suckling
11.
But oh, she dances in such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.
John Suckling
12.
Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.
John Suckling
13.
'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.
John Suckling
14.
Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.
John Suckling
15.
A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass. . . . . As much to the lively grey 'Tis as good i' th' night as day: . . . . She's a savour to the glass, And excuse to make it pass.
John Suckling
16.
Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.
John Suckling
17.
A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity.
John Suckling
18.
But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments.
John Suckling
19.
If I a fancy take
To black and blue,
That fancy doth it beauty make.
John Suckling
20.
Tis love in love that makes the sport.
John Suckling