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 SIR JOHN SUCKLING

S3 6 Why so Pale and Wan?

r HY 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?

Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute?

Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do V Prithee, why so mute?

Quit, quit for shame' This will not move;

This cannot take her. If of herself she will not love,

Nothing can make her:

The devil take her!

337 When, Dearest, I but think of Thee r HEN, dearest I but think of thee, Methinks all things that lovely be Are present, and my soul delighted. For beauties that from worth arise Are like the grace of deities,

Still present with us, tho' unsighted.

Thus while I sit and sigh the day With all his borrowed lights away,

Till night's black wings do overtake me, Thinking on thec, thy beauties then, As sudden lights do sleepy men,

So they by their bright rays awake me.

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