Sir John Suckling(1609–1642)
Song ("Why so pale and wan, fond lover?")
W h y s o p a l e a n d w a n , f o n d 0 loverfoolish
P r i t h e e , 0 w h y so palepray thee
W i l l , w h e n l o o k i n g w e l l can't m o v e her,
L o o k i n g ill prevail
P r i t h e e , w h y s o pale
W h y s o dull a n d m u t e , y o u n g sinner
P r i t h e e , w h y s o m u t e ?
Will, w h e n s p e a k i n g w e l l can't w i n her,
S a y i n g n o t h i n g d o ' t ?
P r i t h e e , w h y s o m u t e ?
Quit, quit, for shame; this will not move, 0persuade
This cannot take her.
If of h e r s e l f s h e will n o t love,
N o t h i n g c a n m a k e her:
T h e devil take her!