The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse/The Careless Lover
THE CARELESS LOVER
1
Or know what 'tis, or mean to prove;
And yet in faith I lie, I do,
And she's extremely handsome too:
She's fair, she's wondrous fair,5
But I care not who know it,
Ere I'll die for love, I'll fairly forego it.
2
My foolish heart could never bear:
One sigh imprison'd ruins more10
Than earthquakes have done heretofore:
She's fair, etc.
3
And cut no fingers 'stead of meat;
Nor with much gazing on her face15
Do e'er rise hungry from the place:
She's fair, etc.
4
To this and t' other friend I drink;
And when 'tis nam'd another's health,20
I never make it hers by stealth:
She's fair, etc.
5
Is even as much as is the fall
Of fountains on a pathless grove,25
And nourishes as much my love:
She's fair, etc.
6
And for a need laugh out a day:
Who does not thus in Cupid's school,30
He makes not love, but plays the fool:
She's fair, etc.