Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. II. The Seventeenth Century: Ben Jonson to Dryden
Sir John Suckling (16091642)Truth in Love
O
To make up my delight:
No odd becoming graces,
Black eyes, or little know-not-whats in faces;
Make me but mad enough, give me good store
Of love for her I court:
I ask no more,
’Tis love in love that makes the sport.
It is mere cosenage all;
For though some long ago
Liked certain colours mingled so and so,
That doth not tie me now from choosing new;
If I a fancy take
To black and blue,
That fancy doth it beauty make.
Makes eating a delight,
And if I like one dish
More than another, that a pheasant is;
What in our watches, that in us is found,—
So to the height and nick
We up be wound,
No matter by what hand or trick.