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Poem by Charles Sackville
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Sylvia, methinks you are unfit For your great Lord's embrace; For tho' we all allow you wit, We can't a handsome face. Then where's the pleasure, where's the good Of spending time and cost? For if your wit ben't understood, Your keeper's bliss is lost.
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