Anguish of Sapho

Anguish of Sapho

Don’t call me a Sapho

I’d rather be a Helen of Troy

Forts to ruin and states to destroy

Would be my greatest joy

The female virtue is fair and feebleness

Strength of the mind renders her loveless

I’d rather have a beautiful veil

Amour and adoration to avail

Than with poetry, extinguished  in the main

Who cares a St. Jone who does not entertain?

I post my prodigy masterpieces

But met with neither applause nor appraise

Yet when the beauties show off in bikinis

There, floods of comments and compliments