Charles Sackville

Dorinda's Sparkling Wit and Eyes

 Next Poem          

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.

Next Poem 

 Back to
Charles Sackville