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 Sucklingbr br