Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes,
United, cast too fierce a light,
Which blazes high but quickly dies,
Warms not the heart but hurts the sight.
Love is a calm and tender joy,
Kind are his looks and soft his pace;
Her Cupid is a blackguard boy
That runs his link into your face.
More verses by Charles Sackville
- A True Account Of The Birth And Conception Of A Late Famous Poem Call'D The Female Nine
- On The Countess Dowager Of Manchester
- To Mr. Edward Howard On His New Utopia
- The Advice
- To An Antiquated Coquette