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⊕ Denham, John
⊕ Ford, John
⊕ Gent, J. W.,
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⊕ Milton, John
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⊕ Shakespeare, William
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⊕ Suckling, Sir John
⊕ Tomkis, Thomas
⊕ Tourneur, Cyril
⊕ Webster, John
⊕ Wilkins, George

Sir John Suckling - Results found: 28

– Sure he must have a punishment
yt Heaven is yet to make-
By Aglaura, in Aglaura (5.1.165-167), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 1
 
I’ll look myself into Revenge, & stare ye traitor to a carcase
By Ariaspes, in Aglaura (5(t).1.62-63), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 17
 
—Danger, thou dwarf, drest up
in gyants cloths, yt shew’st farr of still great yn yu 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 delivrance, 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
 
Joyes are or Hopes, stript of yr Fears.
By Aglaura, in Aglaura (5(t).11.133), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 59
 
Anticks, & strange mis-shapes, such as ye porter
to my soul, my eye, was ne’re acqted wth fancy letts in.
By Aglaura, in Aglaura (5(c).1.99-101), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 60
 
I’ve gott such a cold, yt a Bittern whooping in a Reed
is bettr Musick: but yet as free, as ye Musitians of ye Wood.
By Orsames, in Aglaura (5(c).1.99-****), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 61
 
All must die: The Sisters spin no Cables for us
mortals; Tis but a single thrid.
By Orbella, in Aglaura (5(t).3.26-28), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
A secret ‘tis durst know no Air before.
By Ziriff, in Aglaura (5(t).3.45-47), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
‘tis 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, blushḡ at Night’s deformity.
By Ziriff, in Aglaura (5(t).3.109), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
I’ll weep mys. 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
 
We’ll weep till we are Blind: for who would
see ye Miseries behind?
By Philan, in Aglaura (5(t).3.182-183), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
Forgotten sleep for ever, All but thine Ills: which may
succeedḡ Time remember, as ye seaman doth his
marks, to know what to avoid_
--at whos Name all good men start, As if it were
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
 
R.
Tell none.
By Jolina, in Aglaura (1.1.20-22), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
Pitty, & Love ye Bosses only be of Govnmt meerly
for Shew & Ornamt. Fear is ye bit, yt Man’s proud
Will restreins.
By King, in Aglaura (1.3.2-5), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 111
 
– Whisper is 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
 
Nature hath robd yor sex; gave 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 upo my soul & with
such pleasḡ violence forcest it that wn it shd re
sist, it tamely yields, Making a kind of Hast to be
undone: as if ye 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’d 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? walkḡ on ye top of pyraminds, & whispering
yors. away, like a deny’d Lover?
By Jolas, in Aglaura (1.3.57-58), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 112
 
Faces are like Books: they yt study ym, know ym
best: & to say Truth, ‘tis still much as it pleases
ye courteous Reader.
By Jolas, in Aglaura (1.3.57-58), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 112
 
Plaies are either bad or good. The Good (if
they do beg) beg to be understood. And in good
Faith, yt has a bold a sound, As if a Beggar shd
ask 20 Men have it not about ym.
By Prologue, in Aglaura (Prologue.3-7), Sir John Suckling
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 112
 

He gapes as if he was sleepy: he looks 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 him worse then sugar with muskadine
it looks like a jade with his tayl tyed up with ribbons
goeing to a fair 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 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