Our sins, like to our shadows, when our day was in its glory, scarce appeared; toward our evening, how great and monstrous!

- John Suckling

Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.

- John Suckling

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.

- John Suckling

She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on.

- John Suckling

But oh, she dances in such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight.

- John Suckling

Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.

- John Suckling

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

- John Suckling

Love is the fart Of every heart It pains the man when 'tis kept close, And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose.

- John Suckling

Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.

- John Suckling