1.
He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires;
As old time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
2.
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.
3.
Celia, now no tears can win
My resolved heart to return;
I have searched thy soul within,
And find nought but pride and scorn;
I have learned those arts, and now
Can disdain as much as thou.
Some God, in my revenge, convey
That love to her I cast away.