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John Suckling Quotes

Love is the fart Of every heart It pains the man when 'tis kept close, And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose.

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
Pain, Heart, Love Is
1646 'Love's Offence'.

Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.

John Suckling
Food, Delight, Meat
c.1638 Sonnet no.2.

She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on.

John Suckling
Relationship, Witty, Thinking
Sir John Suckling (1766). “The Works of Sir John Suckling: Containing His Poems, Letters, and Plays”, p.373

Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.

John Suckling
Paint, Ugliness
Sir John Suckling (1836). “Selections from the Works of Sir John Suckling”, p.263, London, Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longman

Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day was in its glory, scarce appeared; toward our evening, how great and monstrous!

John Suckling
Guilt, Shadow, Evening

Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.

John Suckling
Hope, Blessing, Expectations
Sir John Suckling, Alfred Inigo Suckling, William Carew Hazlitt (1874). “The Poems, Plays and Other Remains of Sir John Suckling”, p.22

Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work.

John Suckling
Opportunity, Degrees, Heat
Sir John Suckling (1836). “Selections from the Works of Sir John Suckling”, p.274, London, Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longman

Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.

John Suckling
Grace, Deities, Arise
Sir John Suckling, Alfred Inigo Suckling, William Carew Hazlitt (1874). “The Poems, Plays and Other Remains of Sir John Suckling”, p.96

But oh, she dances in such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.

John Suckling
Dance, Easter, Sight
Sir John Suckling (1766). “The Works of Sir John Suckling: Containing His Poems, Letters, and Plays”, p.37

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.

John Suckling
Blessing, Expectations, Anticipation
1646 'Against Fruition'.

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
Love, Broken Heart, Heartbreak
Sir John Suckling, Alfred Inigo Suckling, William Carew Hazlitt (1874). “The Poems, Plays and Other Remains of Sir John Suckling”, p.65

Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.

John Suckling
Happiness, Joy, Firsts
Sir John Suckling, Alfred Inigo Suckling, William Carew Hazlitt (1874). “The Poems, Plays and Other Remains of Sir John Suckling”, p.150

A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity.

John Suckling
Mediocrity, Quiet, Stills
Sir John Suckling (1766). “The Works of Sir John Suckling: Containing His Poems, Letters, and Plays”, p.128

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
Life, Moving, Lovers
'Aglaura' (1637) act 4, sc. 1, song

If I a fancy take To black and blue, That fancy doth it beauty make.

John Suckling
Beauty, Blue, Black
Sir John Suckling, Alfred Inigo Suckling, William Carew Hazlitt (1874). “The Poems, Plays and Other Remains of Sir John Suckling”, p.17

Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow.

John Suckling
Sorrow, Weaving, Spinning

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
Eye, Night, Glasses

But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments.

John Suckling
Men, Wind, Watches
Sir John Suckling, Alfred Inigo Suckling, William Carew Hazlitt (1874). “The Poems, Plays and Other Remains of Sir John Suckling”, p.66

Tis love in love that makes the sport.

John Suckling
Sports
c.1638 Sonnet no.2.

Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.

John Suckling
Weather, Together, Three
'A Poem with the Answer'

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