SIR JOHN SUCKLING'S CAMPAIGNE. "WHEN the Scottish convenanters rose up in arms, and advanced to the English borders in 1639, many of the courtiers complimented the king by raising forces at their own expense. Among these none where more distinguished than the gallant Sir John Suckling, who raised a troop of horse, so richly accoutred, that it cost him 12,000l. The like expensive equipment of other parts of the army, made the king remark, the Scots would fight stoutly, if it were but for the Englishmen's fine cloaths.' (Lloyd's memoirs.) When they came to action, the rugged Scots proved more than a match for the fine showy English: many of whom behaved remarkably ill, and among the rest this splendid troop of Sir John Suckling's. "This humorous lampoon, supposed to have been written by Sir John Mennis, a wit of those times, is found in a small poetical miscellany intitled, Musarum deliciæ: or the Muses' recreation, conteining several pieces of poetique wit. 2d edition.-By Sir J. M. (Sir John Mennis) and Ja. S. (James Smith.) Lond. 1656. 12mo.'- -See Wood's Athenæ. II. 397, 481." Percy, vol. 2. p. 322'. SIR John he got him an ambling nag, To Scotland for to ride-a, None lik'd him so well, as his own colonell, With a hundred horse more, all his own he swore, But when there were shows of gunning and blows, The ladies ran all to the windoes to see For, till he came there, what had he to fear? The king (God bless him!) had singular hopes The borderers they, as they met him on the way, The colonell sent for him back agen, To quarter him in the van-a; But sir John did sweare, he would not come there, To cure his feare, he was sent to the reare, But now there is peace, he's return'd to increase See an account of the Vox Borealis, Censura Literaria, vol. 6. p. 157. et seqq. C. POEMS OF SIR JOHN SUCKLING. ON NEW-YEAR'S DAY, 1640. TO THE KING. AWAKE (great sir) the Sun shines here, Gives all your subjects a new year, Only we stay till you appear; For thus by us your power is understood, LOVING AND BELOVED. THERE never yet was honest man That ever drove the trade of love; It is impossible, nor can Integrity our ends promove: He may make fair days, you must make them good. That their chief art in reign dissembling is. Awake, awake! And take Such presents as poor men can make : They can add little unto bliss Who cannot wish. May no ill vapour cloud the sky, Bold storms invade the sovereignty ; That you may think Heav'n sent to try this year Awake, awake, &c. May all the discords in your state (Like those in musick we create) Be govern'd at so wise a rate, That what would of it self sound harsh, or fright, May be so temper'd that it may delight. Awake, awake, &c. What conquerors from battles find, Take up henceforth our master's mind, Make such strange rapes upon the place, 't may be No longer joy there, but an ecstasie. Awake, awake, &c. May every pleasure and delight That has or does your sense invite Double this year, save those o'th' night: For such a marriage-bed must know no more Than repetition of what was before. Here we are lov'd, and there we love, So we false fire with art sometimes discover, What rack can fancy find so high? Here we must court, and here ingage, Though in the other place we die. Oh! 'tis torture all, and cozenage; Since it is thus, god of desire, A SESSIONS OF THE POETS. A SESSION was held the other day, And Therefore the wits of the town came thither, Those that were there thought it not fit Tom Carew was next, but he had a fault All that were present there did agree, And He gave way to Selwin, who straight stept in; [less, Toby Matthews (pox on him, how came he there?) With something of handsome, without all doubt room. Suckling next was call'd, but did not appear; Wat Montague now stood forth to his tryal, But He was of late so gone with divinity, Of good store of wit's to have good store of coin: LOVE'S WORLD. In each man's heart that doth begin I had a faith was still the same; Stoln into mine, cause tremblings there. Earth, But as my Sun inclined to me, Or more or less were sure to be. Sometimes it would be full, and then, My burning flame and hot desire Stars. Fixed Planets. Element of fire. The Sea's my mind, which calm would be, Within it rocks and shallows be, But in this world it were good reason Long absence in far distant place Diversity of weather came Air. Sea. Winter. Summer. From what she did, and thence had name; Sometimes sh' would frown, and sometimes weep, But soft, my Muse; the world is wide, SONG. wan, fond love? Pr'ythee, why so pale? WHY SO pale and Will, when looking well can't move her, Pr'ythee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prythee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Pr'ythee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move; If of her self she will not love, Nothing can make her: SONNET I. Do'st see how unregarded now That piece of beauty passes? There was a time when I did vow To that alone; But mark the fate of faces! That red and white works now no more on me, Than if it could not charm, or I not see. And yet the face continues good, And I have still desires, And still the self same flesh and blood, As apt to melt And suffer from those fires; Oh! some kind power unriddle where it lies, Whether my heart be faulty, or her eyes! She every day her man does kill; And I as often die ; Neither her power then, nor my will, What is the mystery? Sure beauty's empires, like to greater states, Have certain periods set, and hidden fates. SONNET II. Or thee (kind boy) I ask no red and white No odd becoming graces, Black eyes, or little know-not-whats, in faces; Make me but mad enough, give me good store Of love for her I court, I ask no more; 'Tis love in love that makes the sport. There's no such thing as that we beauty call, It is mere cousenage all ; For though some long ago Lik'd certain colours mingled so and so, To black and blue, That fancy doth it beauty make. 'Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite, Makes eating a delight, And if I like one dish More than another, that a pheasant is ; We up be wound, No matter by what hand or trick. |