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
But a smooth and steadfast mind,
Gentle thougts and calm desires,
Hearts with equal love combined,
Kindle never dying fires:
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.
-----T Carew
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