Tell me, Dorinda, why so gay, <br /> Why such embroid'ry, fringe, and lace? <br /> Can any dresses find a way <br /> To stop th'approaches of decay <br /> And mend thy ruin'd face? <br /> <br /> Wilt thou still sparkle in the box, <br /> And ogle in the ring? <br /> Canst thou forget thy age and pox? <br /> Can all that shines on shells and rocks <br /> Make thee a fine young thing? <br /> <br /> So have I seen in larder dark <br /> Of veal a lucid loin, <br /> Replete with many a heatless spark, <br /> As wise philosophers remark, <br /> At once both stink and shine.<br /><br />Earl of Dorset Charles Sackville<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tell-me-dorinda-why-so-gay/
