Great Regulars: [John Suckling] goes on ironically to

proclaim his lack of poetic accomplishment and/or privilege: "All are not born, Sir, to the bay". This is followed by a slightly shocking confession of his private reaction to Lady Carlisle. In the coy, modern phrase, he has been undressing her with his eyes. He would have succeeded in imagining her completely naked, had she "walked but one turn more". Again, the incompletion of a couplet seems to speak volumes.

from Carol Rumens: The Guardian: Poem of the week: Upon My Lady Carlisle's Walking in Hampton Court Gardens by John Suckling

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