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Disdaine returned.
Hee that loves a Rosie cheeke,
Or a corall lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seeke,
Fuell to maintaine his fires;
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
Or a corall lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seeke,
Fuell to maintaine his fires;
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
But a smooth, and stedfast mind,
Gentle thoughts, and calme desires,
Hearts, with equall love combind,
Kindle never dying fires.
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheekes, or lips, or eyes.
Gentle thoughts, and calme desires,
Hearts, with equall love combind,
Kindle never dying fires.
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheekes, or lips, or eyes.
No teares, Celia, now shall win,
My resolv'd heart, to returne;
I have searcht thy soule within,
And find nought, but pride, and scorne;
I have learn'd thy arts, and now
Can disdaine as much as thou.
Some power, in my revenge convay,
That love to her, I cast away.
My resolv'd heart, to returne;
I have searcht thy soule within,
And find nought, but pride, and scorne;
I have learn'd thy arts, and now
Can disdaine as much as thou.
Some power, in my revenge convay,
That love to her, I cast away.
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