Love
To my Friend Will. Davenant on his other Poems.
Love
THou hast redeem'd us, Wil. and future Times
Shall not account unto the Age's crimes
Dearth of pure wit: since the great Lord of it
(Donne) parted hence, no Man has ever writ
So neer him, in's own way: I would commend
Particulars, but then, how should I end
Without a Volume? Ev'ry line of thine
Would ask (to praise it right) twenty of mine.
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Suckling, John. “To my Friend Will. Davenant on his other Poems.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/suckling/12/.
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