Sir John Suckling


I
THERE never yet was woman made,
                Nor shall, but to be curst ;
And O, that I, fond I, should first,
                Of any lover,
This truth at my own charge to other fools discover !

2
You, that have promisíd to yourselves
                Propriety in love,
Know womenís hearts like straw do move,
                And what we call
Their sympathy, is but love to jet in general.

3
All mankind are alike to them ;
                And, though we iron find
That never with a loadstone joiníd,
                íTis not the ironís fault,
It is because near the loadstone it was never brought.

4
If where a gentle bee hath fallín,
                And laboured to his power,
A new succeeds not to that flower,
                But passes by,
íTis to be thought, the gallant elsewhere loads his thigh.

5
For still the flowers ready stand :
                One buzzes round about,
One lights, one tastes, gets in, gets out ;
                All all ways use them,
Till all their sweets are gone, and all again refuse them.



Source:
Suckling, John. The Works of Sir John Suckling. A. Hamilton Thompson, ed.
London: George Routledge & Sons, Ltd., 1910. 18-19.




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