Oh for some honest lover's ghost,Some kind unbodied postSent from the shades below!I strangely long to knowWhether the nobler chaplets wearThose that their mistress' scorn did bear,Or those that were used kindly.
Oh! For some honest lover's ghost.
If I a fancy takeTo black and blue,That fancy doth it beauty make.John Suckling
'Tis now since I sat down beforeThat foolish fort, a heart,(Time strangely spent) a year, and more,And still I did my part:John Suckling
Her feet beneath her petticoatLike little mice stole in and out,As if they feared the light;But oh, she dances such a way!No sun upon an Easter-dayIs half so fine a sight.John Suckling