Fragmenta aurea A collection of all the incomparable peeces, written by Sir John Suckling. And published by a friend to perpetuate his memory. Printed by his owne copies.
Suckling, John, Sir, 1609-1642.

THough (Madam) I have ever hitherto belee∣ved play to be a thing in it self as meerly in∣different as Religion to a States-man, or love made in a privie-chamber; yet hearing you have resolved it otherwise for me, my faith shall alter without becomming more learned upon it, or once knowing why it should do so; so great and just a Soveraignty is that your reason hath above all others, that mine must be a Rebel to it self, should it not obey thus easily; and indeed all the infallibility of judgement we poor Protestants have, is at this time wholy in your hands.

The losse of a Mistris (which kills men onely in Romances, and is still digested with the first meat we eat after it) had yet in me raised up so much passion, and so just a quarrel (as I thought) to Fortune for it, that I could not but tempt her to do me right upon the first occasion: yet (Mad∣dame) has it not made me so desperate but that I can sit down a loser both of that time and money too, when there shall be the least fear of losing you▪

And now, since I know your Ladyship is too wise to suppose to your self impossibilities, and therefore cannot think of such a thing, as of ma∣king me absolutely good; it will not be without Page  58 some impatience that I shall attend to know what sin you will be pleased to assigne me in the room of this: something that has lesse danger about it (I conceive it would be) and therefore if you please (Madam) let it not be Women: for to say truth, it is a dyet I cannot yet rellish, otherwise then men do that on which they surfetted last.

Your humblest Servant, J. S.