Her feet beneath her petticoat
Like little mice, stole in and out,
As if they feared the light.
And oh! She dances such a way
No sun upon an Easter day
Is half so fine a sight.

(C) Sir John Suckling
03/29/2015


Best Poems of Sir John Suckling

• The Constant Lover
• Song
• A Doubt Of Martyrdom
• Love Turned To Hatred
• Loving And Beloved
• Why So Pale And Wan, Fond Lover?
• I Prithee Spare Me Gentle Boy
• A Supplement Of An Imperfect Copy Of Verses Of Mr. William
• Sonnet I
• At A Wedding
• If You Refuse Me Once, And Think Again
• I Prithee Send Me Back My Heart
• Sonnet
• Why So Pale And Wan?
• When, Dearest, I But Think Of Thee
• Out Upon It
• Wedding, A