Sir John Suckling

(1606-1642)

Sir John Suckling
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Born to an old and wealthy Norfolk family, Suckling was educated at Westminster School, Trinity College Cambridge and Grays Inn.

He inherited the family wealth at 18 and pursued a military and ambassadorial career overseas which saw him knighted in 1830. He returned to the English court in 1632 where through his wealth and charm he was known as an elegant and popular gallant and gamester, credited with having invented the game of cribbage. Like the other cavalier poets he scorned the sonnet and the sentimentality of love poetry, writing lyrics with short lines displaying an urbane, graceful and somewhat cynical wit. He won dramatic acclaim with his performances of Aglaura but much... more »

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  • Koena Mokoena Koena Mokoena (10/22/2011 2:56:00 AM)

    Good morning!

    I am impressed by your poem ' I sonnet', because it reminds of my times when i used to be a humanizer. I retired, because i made a decision to be a real man. Hence, a realman provides respect & dignity for his one & only. Your correspondence will be highly appreciated.

    Have a nice day!

    Mr. Koena France Mokoena
    Country: South Africa
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  • Koena Mokoena Koena Mokoena (10/22/2011 2:52:00 AM)

    Good morning!

    I understand your concept, because it reminds me of my time, when i used to be a humanizer. I retired, because i made a decision to be a real man. Hence, a real man provide respect & dignity for his one & only. I am writing from experience. Your correspondence will be highly appreciated.

    Have a nice day!

    Mr. Koena France Mokoena
    South Africa.
    www.poemhunter.com/ kfmproductions

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Best Poem of Sir John Suckling

Song

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?

Why so dull and mute young sinner?
Prithee why so mute?
Will, when speaking well can't win her,
Saying nothing do't?
Prithee why so mute?

Quit, quit for shame, this will not move,
This cannot take her;
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her;
The devil take her.

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