Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 2, by JOHN SUCKLING Poet's Biography First Line: Of thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white Last Line: No matter by what hand or trick. Variant Title(s): Truth In Love Subject(s): Human Behavior; Love; Conduct Of Life; Human Nature | ||||||||
Of thee, kind boy, I ask no red and white, 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 count; I ask no more, 'Tis love in love that makes the sport. There's no such thing as that we beauty call, It is mere cozenage all; For though some, long ago, Liked certain colors 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. 'Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite Makes eating a delight; And I like one dish More than another, that a pheasant is; What in our watches, that in us is found: So the height and nick We up be wound, No matter by what hand or trick. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL END OF THE WORLD by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE ANSWER by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE BROKEN BALANCE by ROBINSON JEFFERS TIME OF DISTURBANCE by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE UNCHANGEABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV A BALLAD UPON A WEDDING by JOHN SUCKLING A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING |
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