Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes, <br />United, cast too fierce a light, <br />Which blazes high but quickly dies, <br />Warms not the heart but hurts the sight. <br /> <br />Love is a calm and tender joy, <br />Kind are his looks and soft his pace; <br />Her Cupid is a blackguard boy <br />That runs his link into your face.<br /><br />Charles Sackville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dorinda-s-sparkling-wit-and-eyes-2/
