Why so pale and wan, fond lover? <br />Prithee, why so pale?-- <br />Will, when looking well can't move her, <br />Looking ail prevail? <br />Prithee, why so pale? <br /> <br />Why so dull and mute, young sinner? <br />Prithee, why so mute?-- <br />Will, when speaking well can't win her, <br />Saying nothing do't? <br />Prithee, why so mute? <br /> <br />Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move, <br />This cannot take her-- <br />If of herself she will not love, <br />Nothing can make her: <br />The Devil take her!<br /><br />Sir John Suckling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-so-pale-and-wan-fond-lover/
