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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.



Charles Sackville


Charles Sackville's other poems:
  1. A True Account Of The Birth And Conception Of A Late Famous Poem Call'D The Female Nine
  2. Tell Me, Dorinda, Why So Gay
  3. On King William's Happy Deliverance from the Intended Assassination
  4. Proud With The Spoils Of Royal Cully
  5. On the Countess Dowager of Manchester


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