Poems by Charles Sackville
Tell Me, Dorinda, Why So Gay
... Can all that shines on shells and rocks ...
To Mr Edward Howard, on his Incomparable, Incomprehensible Poem Called The British Prince
... He lies, dear Ned, who says thy brain is barren, ...
Satire On A Conceited Playwright
... Are laught at by the pit, box, galleries, nay, stage ...
Proud With the Spoils of Royal Cully
... She ne'er shall win a heart like mine - &emsp ...
On the Countess Dowager of Manchester
... Her steps were manag'd with such tender art, ...
Dorinda's Sparkling Wit and Eyes
... Warms not the heart but hurts the sight ...
A True Account of the Birth and Conception of a Late Famous Poem call'd The Female Nine
... '' Her spouse, fir'd at this, scream'd aloud and leapt forth, ...
To Mr. Edward Howard on His New Utopia
... One friend so kind to tell thee that thy play's &emsp ...
To an Antiquated Coquette
... There first her tyrant beauties reign'd, &emsp ...
Four Poems on the Countess of Dorchester
... Then where's the pleasure, where's the good ...
The Advice
... False friends I have, as well as you, ...
Song Written At Sea, In The First Dutch War (1665), The Night Before An Engagement
... Bring floods of grief to Whitehall stairs- ...
Sylvia, Methinks You Are Unfit
... Then where's the pleasure, where's the good ...
On King William's Happy Deliverance from the Intended Assassination
... Dispute his right by arms, he'll meet them there ...
Song, Written at Sea
... ce you cannot refuse To think of our distress,When we for hopes of honour lose Our certain happiness ...
