Sir John Suckling (1569 – 27 March 1627) was an English politician who sat in the House of Commons at various times between 1601 and 1626.
Suckling was the son of Robert Suckling, mayor and MP of Norwich, and his wife Elizabeth Barwick, daughter of William Barwick. He entered Gray's Inn on 22 May 1590. He was elected Member of Parliament for Dunwich in 1601. In 1602 he was acting as secretary to the lord treasurer, Sir Robert Cecil, and in December 1604 he became receiver of fines on alienations, in succession to Sir Arthur Aty. In 1614 he was elected MP for Reigate. He was knighted by James I at Theobalds on 22 January 1616. In February 1620 he became a master of requests, and in 1622 he was appointed comptroller of the royal household, "paying well for the post." Suckling had become wealthy and accumulated manors, fee-farms, and advowsons in various parts of the country. In September 1621 he was mentioned as Weston's most serious competitor for the chancellorship of the exchequer and in March 1622 he was promoted to be secretary of state. Charles I, upon his accession three years later, created him a privy councillor. In 1624 he was elected MP for Middlesex, Lichfield and Kingston upon Hull and chose to sit for Middlesex.In 1626 he was elected MP for Norwich and for Sandwich; he chose to sit for Norwich.
Suckling married Martha Cranfield, daughter of Thomas Cranfield of London, and sister of Lionel Cranfield, 1st Earl of Middlesex. She died on 28 October 1613, aged 35. By her, he was the father of the poet Sir John Suckling. He then married Jane Hawkins, widow of Charles Hawkins and originally of the Suffolk family of Reve or Reeve. His widow took as her third husband Sir Edwin Rich, of Mulbarton, Norfolk and on the default of her stepson carried into that family the estate of Roos Hall near Beccles Suffolk which Suckling had acquired in 1600 as his residence.
Famous quotes containing the word suckling:
“Thus while I sit and sigh the day
With all his borrowd lights away,
Till nights black wings do overtake me,
Thinking on thee, thy beauties then,
As sudden lights do sleepy men,
So they by their bright rays awake me.”
—Sir John Suckling (16091642)