Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison; (Who sees them is undone); For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Cath'rine pear, (The side that's next the Sun).
A Ballad Upon a Wedding, Stanza 10.
Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compared to that was next her chin, (Some bee had stung it newly).Sir John Suckling
Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail?Sir John Suckling
'Tis love in love that makes the sport.Sir John Suckling
'Tis not the meat; but 'tis the appetite Makes eating a delight.Sir John Suckling
Women enjoyed (whatsoe'er before they've been) Are like romances read, or sights once seen: Fruition's dull, and spoils the play much more Than if one read or knew the plot before; 'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear; It were not heaven, if we knew what it were.Sir John Suckling
Out upon it! I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.Sir John Suckling
Love is the fart Of every heart: It pains a man when 'tis kept close, And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose.Sir John Suckling