Classic Poem

Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes,
United, cast so fierce a light,
Which blazes high, but quickly dies,
Warms not the heart but hurts the sight.

Love is a calm and tender joy,
Kind are his looks and soft his pace,
Her Cupid is a blackguard boy
That runs his link into your face.

Proud with the spoils of royal cully,
With false pretense to wit and parts,
She swaggers like a battered bully
To try the courage of men's hearts.

Though she's set out as charming 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
None she invited came
So, disappointed of her guest
She took up with the blind and lame.