Дороти Паркер (Dorothy Parker)

Renunciation

Chloe's hair, no doubt, was brighter;
  Lydia's mouth more sweetly sad;
Hebe's arms were rather whiter;
  Languorous-lidded Helen had
Eyes more blue than e'er the sky was
Lalage's was subtler stuff;
Still, you used to think that I was
  Fair enough.

Now you're casting yearning glances
  At the pale Penelope;
Cutting in on Claudia's dances;
  Taking Iris out to tea.
Iole you find warm-hearted;
  Zoë's cheek is far from rough,--
Don't you think it's time we parted? ...
  Fair enough!