The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse/Upon L. M. Weeping
UPON L. M. WEEPING
Whoever was the cause your tears were shed,
May these my curses light upon his head:
May he be first in love, and let it be
With a most known and black deformity,
Nay, far surpass all witches that have been,5
Since our first parents taught us how to sin!
Then let this hag be coy, and he run mad
For that which no man else would e'er have had;
And in this fit may he commit the thing
May him impenitent to th' gallows bring!10
Then might he for one tear his pardon have,
But want that single grief his life to save!
And being dead, may he at heaven venter,
But for the guilt of this one fact ne'er enter.