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.