Her lips were red, and one was thin,
More quotes by John Suckling
Her face is like the Milky Way i' the sky,
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
She's pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant, too, to think on.
High characters (cries one); and he would see
Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor ne'er will be.
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