Charles Sackville

(Dorset, England / 24 January 1638 – 29 January 1706)

Proud With The Spoils Of Royal Cully - Poem by Charles Sackville

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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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