Proud with the spoils of royal cully, <br />With false pretence to wit and parts, <br />She swaggers like a batter'd bully <br />To try the tempers of men's hearts. <br /> <br />Tho' she appears as gay and fine <br />As jet and gems and paint can make her, <br />She ne'er shall win a heart like mine -- <br />The devil or Sir Davy take her. <br /> <br />Her bed is like the Scripture feast, <br />Where none who were invited came, <br />So disappointed of her guest, <br />She took up with the blind and lame.<br /><br />Charles Sackville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/proud-with-the-spoils-of-royal-cully-2/
