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⊕ Beaumont, Francis
⊕ Cartwright, William
⊕ Chapman, George
⊕ Daborne, Robert
⊕ Daniel, Samuel
⊕ Dekker, Thomas
⊕ Denham, John
⊕ Ford, John
⊕ Gent, J. W.,
⊕ Goffe, Thomas
⊕ Greville, Fulke
⊕ Hausted, Peter
⊕ Heywood, Thomas
⊕ Jonson, Ben
⊕ Lyly, John
⊕ Marston, John
⊕ Massinger, Philip
⊕ Middleton, Thomas
⊕ Milton, John
⊕ Peaps, William
⊕ Quarles, Francis
⊕ Shakespeare, William
⊕ Shirley, Henry
⊕ Shirley, James
⊕ Sidney, Sir Philip
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⊕ Suckling, Sir John
⊕ Tomkis, Thomas
⊕ Tourneur, Cyril
⊕ Webster, John
⊕ Wilkins, George

Sir John Suckling - Results found: 28

– for sure the murtherer of the Prince must have a punishment
that Heaven is yet to make-
By Aglaura, in Aglaura (5.1.165-167), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 1
 
Til I have looked myself into Revenge, & stared this traitor to a carcass
By Ariaspes, in Aglaura (5(t).1.62-63), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 17
 
—Danger, thou dwarf, dressed up
in giant's clothes, that shew’st far off still greater than thou art.
By Thersames, in Aglaura (4.1.23-26), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 58
 
I have conceiv’d of Joy, & am grown great. Till I have
safe deliverance, time’s a cripple, & goes on crutches—
By King, in Aglaura (4.1.23-26), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 59
 
Joys are our Hopes, stripped of their Fears.
By Aglaura, in Aglaura (5(t).11.133), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 59
 
Antics, & strange mis-shapes, such as the porter
to my soul, mine eye, was ne’re acquitted with fancy lets in.
By Aglaura, in Aglaura (5(c).1.99-101), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 60
 
I’ve got such a cold, with rising and walking in my shirt a nights that a Bittern whooping in a Reed
is better Music: but yet as free, as the Musicians of the Wood.
By Orsames, in Aglaura (5(c).1.99-****), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 61
 
we must all die: The Sisters spin no Cables for us
mortals; Th'are threads.
By Orbella, in Aglaura (5(t).3.26-28), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
I must unlock a secret unto you; Such a one as while the King did breathe Durst know no air
By Ziriff, in Aglaura (5(t).3.45-47), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
Strange! this night is big with Miracle.
By Orbella, in Aglaura (5(t).3.52), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
So rises day, blushing at Night’s deformity.
By Ziriff, in Aglaura (5(t).3.109), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
weep myself away, & melt into a Grave.
By Orbella, in Aglaura (5(t).3.142-143), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
weep till we are Blind: for who would
see the Miseries behind?
By Philan, in Aglaura (5(t).3.182-183), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
Sleep, sleep, for ever and forgotten too, All but thy Ills: which may
succeeding Time remember, as the seaman does his
marks, to know what to avoid_
May at thy Name all good men start, and bad too; may it prove
Infection to the Air.
By Orbella, in Aglaura (5(t).2.121-126), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
Man, Nature’s Heir.
By Orbella, in Aglaura (2.3.12), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
Reply.
But brother if you should speak of this now
By Jolina, in Aglaura (1.1.20-22), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
Pity, & Love the Bosses only be of Government merely
for Show & Ornament. Fear is the bit, that Man’s proud
Will restrains.
By King, in Aglaura (1.3.2-5), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
– Whisper (Court thunder).
By Courtier 2, in Aglaura (2.5.2), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
These pretty ambushes & Traps for hearts
By King, in Aglaura (1.3.8), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
For robbing of the sex and giving it all to you
By King, in Aglaura (1.3.19), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
Such gentle Rape thou actst upon my soul & with
such pleasing violence dost force it still that when it should re
sist, it tamely yields, Making a kind of haste to be
undone: as if the Way to Victory were Loss, &
conquest came by overthrow.
By King, in Aglaura (1.3.22-27), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
--started, as if they had been to run a Race
By Courtier 1, in Aglaura (2.5.7-8), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
What? walking on the top of pyraminds, & whispering
yourself away, like a denied Lover?
By Jolas, in Aglaura (1.3.57-58), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 112
 
Faces Madam, are like Books: those that do study them, know
best: & to say Truth, ‘tis still much as it pleases
the courteous Reader.
By Jolas, in Aglaura (1.3.57-58), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 112
 
Plays are either bad or good. The Good (if
they do beg) beg to be understood. And in good
Faith, that has a bold a sound, As if a Beggar should
ask 20 pound Men have it not about them.
By Prologue, in Aglaura (Prologue.3-7), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 112
 

You gape as you were sleepy: Good faith, he lookes like an O yes. –
By Nassurat, in The Goblins (m.2.36-37), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous c. 34, f. 101v
 
I hate a woman worse then I doe sugar with muskadine
It leaves no room for me to imagine: I could improve her if she were mine. It looks like a jade with his tale tied up with ribbons
going to a Fayre to be sold.
By Nassurat, in The Goblins (4.3.11-14), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous c. 34, f. 101v
 
As common too as a barbers glass—
By Raguelin, in Brennoralt (4.1.20-21), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous c. 34, f. 102r