John Suckling quotes:

A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass. . . . . As much to the lively grey 'Tis as good i' th' night as day: . . . . She's a savour to the glass, And excuse to make it pass.

Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.

Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.

Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.

Tis love in love that makes the sport.

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear...

Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.

But oh, she dances in such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.

Why 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?

Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow.

Love is the fart Of every heart It pains the man when 'tis kept close, And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose.

Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work.

Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.

A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity.

If I a fancy take To black and blue, That fancy doth it beauty make.

But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments.

Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day was in its glory, scarce appeared; toward our evening, how great and monstrous!

Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.

She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on.

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?