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.
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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.
Author
Suckling, John, Sir, 1609-1642.
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London :: printed [by Ruth Raworth and Tho. Walkley] for Humphrey Moseley, and are to be sold at his shop, at the signe of the Princes Armes in St Pauls Churchyard,
MDCXLVI. [1646]
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"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." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A61943.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 15, 2024.
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Madam,
BUt that I know your goodnes is not mercina∣ry, and that you receive thanks, either with as much trouble as men ill news, or with as much wonder as Virgins unexpected Love, this letter should be full of them. A strange proud return you may think I make you (Madam) when I tell you, it is not from every body I would be thus obliged; and that if I thought you did me not these favours because you love me; I should not love you because you do me these favours. This is not language for one in Affliction, I confesse, and upon whom it may be at this present, a cloud is breaking; but finding not within my self I have deserv'd that storm; I will not make it greater by apprehending it.
After all, least (Madam) you should think I take your favours as Tribute; to my great grief, I here
declare, that the services I shall be able to render you, will be no longer Presents, but payments of Debts; since I can do nothing for you hereafter, which I was not obliged to do before.
Madam,
Your most humble and faithful servant.
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