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 combined,
Kindle never-dying
fires :
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks or
lips or eyes.
By- Thomas carew
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