The Works of Sir John Suckling in prose and verse/Verses

by John Suckling

VERSES

I am confirm'd a woman can
Love this, or that, or any other man!
This day she's melting hot;
To-morrow swears she knows you not;

If she but a new object find,5
Then straight she's of another mind.
Then hang me, Ladies, at your door,
If e'er I doat upon you more!

Yet still I love the fairsome (why?
For nothing but to please my eye);10
And so the fat and soft-skinn'd dame
I'll flatter to appease my flame:
For she that's musical I'll long,
When I am sad, to sing a song.
Then hang me, Ladies, at your door,15
If e'er I doat upon you more!

I'll give my fancy leave to range
Through everywhere to find out change:
The black, the brown, the fair shall be
But objects of variety.20
I'll court you all to serve my turn,
But with such flames as shall not burn.
Then hang me, Ladies, at your door,
If e'er I doat upon you more!