A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES
OF MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE'S, BY THE
AUTHOR.


by Sir John Suckling


I
ONE of her hands one of her cheeks lay under,
    Cosening the pillow of a lawful kiss,
Which therefore swell'd, and seem'd to part asunder,
    As angry to be robb'd of such a bliss :
        The one lookt pale, and for revenge did long,
        While t'other blush'd, 'cause it had done the wrong.

2
Out of the bed the other fair hand was
    On a green satin quilt, whose perfect white
Lookt like a daisy in a field of grass,
*
    And shew'd like unmelt snow unto the sight :
        There lay this pretty perdue, safe to keep
        The rest o' th' body that lay fast asleep.

3
Her eyes, (and therefore it was night), close laid,
    Strove to imprison beauty till the morn ;
But yet the doors were of such fine stuff made,
    That it broke through, and shew'd itself in scorn,
        Throwing a kind of light about the place,
        Which turned to smiles still, as 't came near her face.

4
Her beams, which some dull men called hair, divided,
    Part with her cheeks, part with her lips, did sport ;
But these, as rude, her breath put by still : some
    Wiselier downwards sought, but, falling short,
        Curl'd back in rings, and seem'd to turn again
        To bite the part so unkindly held them in.


* Thus far Shakespear.



Source:
Suckling, John. The Works of Sir John Suckling. A. Hamilton Thompson, ed.
London: George Routledge & Sons, Ltd., 1910. 24-25.




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