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.
Back to Charles Sackville
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓
To be able to leave a comment here you must be registered. Log in or Sign up.