Proud With the Spoils of Royal Cully by Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville

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Proud With the Spoils of Royal Cully

Proud with the spoils of royal cully,
With false pretence to wit and parts,
She swaggers like a batter'd bully
To try the tempers of men's hearts.

Tho' she appears as gay and fine
As jet and gems and paint can make her,
She ne'er shall win a heart like mine --
The devil or Sir Davy take her.

Her bed is like the Scripture feast,
Where none who were invited came,
So disappointed of her guest,
She took up with the blind and lame.

Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville

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Susan Witman (3/12/2008 2:07:00 PM)
I wish I knew the inspiration but if I knew the tale.... It's definitely a certainty that it would not be pleasant for the BibleTootter. For temptation in that form would have to come from The Enemy of all good works. For this man who writes wish evil to the one who sits with scripture the exact opposite of the One who is Light.