The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse/A Supplement of an Imperfect Copy of Verses of Mr. William Shakespeare's, by the Author

by John Suckling

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

1

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,5
⁠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,^[1]
⁠And shew'd like unmelt snow unto the sight:10
⁠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,15
⁠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;20
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.

1. Thus far Shakespear.