Sir John Suckling. 1609-1641.
Her feet beneath her petticoat
Like little mice stole in and out,[256:1]
As if they feared the light;
But oh, she dances such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight.
Ballad upon a Wedding.
Her lips were red, and one was thin;
Compared with that was next her chin,—
Some bee had stung it newly.
Ballad upon a Wedding.
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?
Song.
'T is expectation makes a blessing dear;
Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were.
Against Fruition.
She is pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant, too, to think on.
Brennoralt. Act ii.
Her face is like the milky way i' the sky,—
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
Brennoralt. Act iii.
But as when an authentic watch is shown,
Each man winds up and rectifies his own,
So in our very judgments.[256:2]
Aglaura. Epilogue.
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.[256:3]
The Goblins.
[257]
Nick of time.
The Goblins.
"High characters," cries one, and he would see
Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be.[257:1]
The Goblins. Epilogue.
Footnotes
[256:1] See Herrick, page 202.
[256:2]
'T is with our judgments as our watches,—none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Pope: Essay on Criticism, part i. line 9.
[256:3] See Shakespeare, page 147.
[257:1]
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
Pope: Essay on Criticism, part ii. line 53.
There 's no such thing in Nature, and you 'll draw
A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw.
Sheffield: Essay on Poetry.