John Suckling Quotes & Sayings

Love is the fart
Of every heart
It pains the man when 'tis kept close,
And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose. — John Suckling

But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments. — John Suckling

Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day was in its glory, scarce appeared; toward our evening, how great and monstrous! — John Suckling

Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work. — John Suckling

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear ... — John Suckling

Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities. — John Suckling

Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was. — John Suckling

Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather. — John Suckling

Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness. — John Suckling

If I a fancy take
To black and blue,
That fancy doth it beauty make. — John Suckling

A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity. — John Suckling

She is pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant, too, to think on. — John Suckling

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine? — John Suckling

Tis love in love that makes the sport. — John Suckling

Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow. — John Suckling

Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery. — John Suckling

A health to the nut-brown lass, With the hazel eyes: let it pass ... As much to the lively grey 'Tis as good i' th' night as day: ... She's a savour to the glass, And excuse to make it pass. — John Suckling

For the people are naturally not valiant , and not much cavalier . — John Suckling

Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight. — John Suckling

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? — John Suckling

But oh, she dances in such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day
Is half so fine a sight. — John Suckling