Here you will find the Poem Why so pale and wan, fond lover? of poet Sir John Suckling
Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale?-- Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ail prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee, why so mute?-- Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move, This cannot take her-- If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The Devil take her!
