The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse/A Supplement of an Imperfect Copy of Verses of Mr. William Shakespeare's, by the Author
A SUPPLEMENT OF AN IMPERFECT COPY OF VERSES OF MR. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE'S, BY THE AUTHOR
1
Cosening the pillow of a lawful kiss,
Which therefore swell'd, and seem'd to part asunder,
As angry to be robb'd of such a bliss:
The one lookt pale, and for revenge did long,5
While t' other blush'd, 'cause it had done the wrong.
2
On a green satin quilt, whose perfect white
Lookt like a daisy in a field of grass,[1]
And shew'd like unmelt snow unto the sight:10
There lay this pretty perdue, safe to keep
The rest o' th' body that lay fast asleep.
3
Strove to imprison beauty till the morn;
But yet the doors were of such fine stuff made,15
That it broke through, and shew'd itself in scorn,
Throwing a kind of light about the place,
Which turned to smiles still, as 't came near her face.
4
Part with her cheeks, part with her lips, did sport;20
But these, as rude, her breath put by still: some
Wiselier downwards sought, but, falling short,
Curl'd back in rings, and seem'd to turn again
To bite the part so unkindly held them in.
- ↑ Thus far Shakespear.