Sir John Suckling

In the collection

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One of her hands one of her cheeks lay under, …

Sir John Suckling

I tell thee, Dick, where I have been, …

Sir John Suckling

I prithee spare me gentle boy, …

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If you refuse me once, and think again, …

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Out upon it, I have lov’d …

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Why so pale and wan fond lover? …

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Dost see how unregarded now …

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Of thee, kind boy, I ask no red and white, …

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