He that loves a rosy cheek,or a coral lip admires,or from star-like eyes doth seekfuel to maintain his firesas 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 despiselovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.no tears, celia, now shall winmy resolv'd heart to returni have search'd thy soul within,and find nought, but pride, and scorni have learn'd thy arts, and nowcan disdain as much as thou.some power, in my revenge, conveythat love to her i cast away.