@3Cease, fond wretch, to love, so oft deluded, Still made rich with hopes, still unrelieved. Now fly her delays; she that debateth, Feels not true desire; he that, deferred, Others' times attends, his own betrayeth: Learn t'affect thyself, thy cheeks deformed With pale care revive by timely pleasure, Or with scarlet heat them, or by paintings Make thee lovely; for such art she useth Whom in vain so long thy folly loved.@1 |