THE TRUE BEAUTY

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.

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