Charles Sackville - Sylvia, Methinks You Are Unfit

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Sylvia, methinks you are unfit For your great Lord's embrace; For tho' we all allow you wit, We can't a handsome face. Then where's the pleasure, where's the good Of spending time and cost? For if your wit ben't understood, Your keeper's bliss is lost. Charles Sackville poemhunter.com/poem/sylvia-methinks-you-are-unfit-2/