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 thoughts and calm desires,
hearts with equal love combin'd,
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 nought, 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.