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 />Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sylvia-methinks-you-are-unfit/
