The True Beauty

He that loves a rosy cheek
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from starlike eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires;
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
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But a smooth and steadfast mind,
Gentle thoughts and calm desires,
Hearts of equal love combined,
Kindle never-dying fires:-
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes

T Carew.