HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires: -- Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes. No tears, Celia, now shall win My resolv'd heart to return; I have search'd thy soul within, And find naught but pride and scorn: I have learn'd thy arts, and now Can disdain as much as thou. Some power, in my revenge, convey That love to her I cast away. |