Poem by Charles Sackville

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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. 

1. Sylvia, Methinks You Are Unfit
2. Tell Me, Dorinda, Why So Gay
3. A True Account Of The Birth And Conception Of A Late Famous Poem Call'D The Female Nine
4. To Mr. Edward Howard on His New
5. To An Antiquated Coquette

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