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Charles Sackville (Чарльз Сэквилл)


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Tell me, Dorinda, why so gay,
Why such embroid'ry, fringe, and lace?
Can any dresses find a way
To stop th'approaches of decay
And mend thy ruin'd face?

Wilt thou still sparkle in the box,
And ogle in the ring?
Canst thou forget thy age and pox?
Can all that shines on shells and rocks
Make thee a fine young thing?

So have I seen in larder dark
Of veal a lucid loin,
Replete with many a heatless spark,
As wise philosophers remark,
At once both stink and shine. 



Charles Sackville's other poems:
  1. Sylvia, Methinks You Are Unfit
  2. To An Antiquated Coquette
  3. Proud With The Spoils Of Royal Cully
  4. A True Account Of The Birth And Conception Of A Late Famous Poem Call'D The Female Nine
  5. On the Countess Dowager of Manchester


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