The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse/To B. C.

TO B. C.

When first, fair mistress, I did see your face,
I brought, but carried no eyes from the place:
And, since that time, god Cupid hath me led
In hope that once I shall enjoy your bed.
But I despair; for now, alas! I find,5
Too late for me, the blind does lead the blind.