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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Title: 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.
Publication: 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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IF when Don Cupids dartDoth wound a heart,we hide our griefand shun relief;The smart increaseth on that score;For wounds unsearcht but ranckle more.

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Then if we whine, look pale,And tell our tale,men are in painfor us again;So, neither speaking doth becomeThe Lovers state, nor being dumb.

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When this I do descry,Then thus think I,love is the fartof every heart.It pains a man when 't is kept close,And others doth offend, when 't is let loose.