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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UPON A.M., by JOHN SUCKLING Poet's Biography
First Line: Yield all, my love; but be withal as coy
Last Line: Men most of all enjoy, when least they do.
First Line: Yield all, my love; but be withal as coy
Last Line: Men most of all enjoy, when least they do.
YIELD all, my love; but be withal as coy
As if thou knew'st not how to sport and toy:
The fort resign'd with ease, men cowards prove
And lazy grow. Let me besiege my love;
Let me despair at least three times a day,
And take repulses upon each essay:
If I but ask a kiss, straight blush as red
As if I tempted for thy maidenhead;
Contract thy smiles, if that they go too far,
And let thy frowns be such as threaten war:
That face which Nature sure never intended
Should e'er be marr'd, because 't could ne'er be mended.
Take no corruption from thy grandame Eve;
Rather want faith to save thee, than believe
Too soon; for, credit me 'tis true,
Men most of all enjoy, when least they do.
Other Poems of Interest...
A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILL. SHAKESPEARE'S by JOHN SUCKLING
UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING
A PEDLAR OF SMALL-WARES by JOHN SUCKLING
A PROLOGUE OF THE AUTHOR'S TO A MASQUE AT WHITTON by JOHN SUCKLING