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