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. 

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