Charles Sackville

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

Tell Me, Dorinda, Why So Gay - Poem by Charles Sackville

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.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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