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 />Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dorinda-s-sparkling-wit-and-eyes/
