Charles Sackville Poems
- Proud With The Spoils Of Royal... Proud with the spoils of...
- Tell Me, Dorinda, Why So Gay Tell me, Dorinda, why so gay, ...
- To An Antiquated Coquette Phyllis, if you will not agree To...
- To Mr. Edward Howard On His Ne... Thou damn'd antipodes ...
- The Advice Phyllis, for shame! let us improve A thousand ...
- On The Countess Dowager Of Man... Courage, dear Moll, and...
- A True Account Of The Birth An...
Charles Sackville, 6th Earl of Dorset and 1st Earl of Middlesex was an English poet and courtier.
He was son of Richard Sackville, 5th Earl of Dorset (1622–1677). His mother was the former Lady Frances Cranfield, sister and heiress of the 3rd Earl of Middlesex, to whose estates he succeeded in 1674, being created Baron Cranfield, of Cranfield in the County of Middlesex, and Earl of Middlesex in 1675. He succeeded to his father's estates and title in August 1677.
He was educated privately, and spent some time abroad with a private tutor, returning to England shortly before the Restoration. In King Charles II's first Parliament he sat for East ... more »
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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.