Suckling, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 496 words
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To me all this— for great grief's deaf as well as it is dumb, and drives no trade at all with Counsel: (Sir) why do you not Tutor one that has the Plague, and see if he will fear an after ague fit; such is all mischief now to me; there is none left is worth a thought, death is the worst, I know, and that compared to shame, does look more lovely now than a chaste Mistress, set by common woman— and I must court it Sir? No wonder if that heaven for sake us, when we leave ourselves: what is there done should feed such high despair? were you but safe— Dear (Sir) be ruled, if love, be love, and magic too, (as sure it is where it is true;) we then shall meet in absence, and in spite of all divorce, freely enjoy together, what niggard Fate thus peevishly denies. Yea: but if pleasures be themselves but dreams, what then are the dreams of these to men? that monster, Expectation, will devour all that is within our hope or power, and ere we once can come to show, how rich we are, we shall be poor, shall we not Sorannez? I understand not this, in times of envious penury (such as these are) to keep but love alive is fair, we should not think of feasting him: come (Sir) here in these lodgings is a little door, that leads unto another; that again, unto a vault, that has his passage under the little river, opening into the wood; from thence 'tis but some few minutes easy business unto a Servants house of mine (who for his faith and honesty, hereafter must look big in Story) there you are safe however; and when this Storm has met a little calm, what wild desire dares whisper to itself, you may enjoy, and at the worst may steal: What shall become of thee Aglaura then? shall I leave thee their rages sacrifice? and like dull Seamen threatened with a storm, throw all away, I have, to save myself. Can I be safe when you are not? my Lord! knows love in us divided happiness? am I the safer for your being here? can you give that you have not for yourself? my innocence is my best guard, and that your stay betraying it unto suspicion, takes away. If you did love me?— Grows that in question? then 'tis time to part:— when we shall meet again Heaven only knows, and when we shall I know we shall be old: Love does not calculate the common way, Minutes are hours there, and the hours are days, each day's a year, and every year an age; what will this come to think you? Would this were all the ill, for these are pretty little harmless nothings; Time's horse runs full as fast, hard borne and curbed, as in his full career, loose-rained and spurred: come, come, let's away.
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To mee all this— for great griefe's deafe as well as it is dumbe, and drives no trade at all with Counsell: (Sir) why doe you not Tutor one that has the Plague, and see if hee will feare an after ague fit; such is all mischiefe now to mee; there is none left is worth a thought, death is the worst, I know, and that compar'd to shame, does looke more lovely now than a chaste Mistresse, set by common woman— and I must court it Sir? No wonder if that heav'n for sake us, when wee leave our selves: what is there done should feed such high despaire? were you but safe— Deare (Sir) be rul'd, if love, be love, and magick too, (as sure it is where it is true;) wee then shall meet in absence, and in spight of all divorce, freely enjoy together, what niggard Fate thus peevishly denies. Yea: but if pleasures be themselves but dreames, what then are the dreames of these to men? that monster, Expectation, will devoure all that is within our hope or power, and ere wee once can come to shew, how rich wee are, wee shall be poore, shall wee not Sorannez? I understand not this, in times of envious penurie (such as these are) to keepe but love alive is faire, wee should not thinke of feasting him: come (Sir) here in these lodgings is a little doore, that leads unto another; that againe, unto a vault, that has his passage under the little river, opening into the wood; from thence 'tis but some few minutes easie businesse unto a Servants house of mine (who for his faith and honestie, hereafter must looke big in Storie) there you are safe however; and when this Storme has met a little calme, what wild desire dares whisper to it selfe, you may enjoy, and at the worst may steale: What shall become of thee Aglaura then? shall I leave thee their rages sacrifice? and like dull Sea-men threatned with a storme, throw all away, I have, to save my selfe. Can I be safe when you are not? my Lord! knowes love in us divided happinesse? am I the safer for your being here? can you give that you have not for your selfe? my innocence is my best guard, and that your stay betraying it unto suspition, takes away. If you did love mee?— Growes that in question? then 'tis time to part:— when wee shall meet againe Heav'n onely knowes, and when wee shall I know we shall be old: Love does not calculate the common way, Minutes are houres there, and the houres are dayes, each day's a yeare, and everie yeare an age; what will this come to thinke you? Would this were all the ill, for these are prettie little harmlesse nothings; Times horse runs full as fast, hard borne and curb'd, as in his full carreere, loose-rain'd and spurr'd: come, come, let's away.