Sir John Suckling
The Constant Lover
OUT upon it, I have loved
Three whole days together!
And am like to love three more,
If it prove fair weather.
Time shall moult away his wings
Ere he shall discover
In the whole wide world again
Such a constant lover.
But the spite on 't is, no praise
Is due at all to me:
Love with me had made no stays,
Had it any been but she.
Had it any been but she,
And that very face,
There had been at least ere this
A dozen dozen in her place.
| About the poet |
| Sir John Suckling |
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| When, Dearest, I but think of Thee |
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| Sir John Suckling at amazon.co.uk |
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