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Disdain returned.
HEe that loves a Rosie cheek,
Or a Corall lip admires,
Or from Star-like eyes doth seek
Fuell to maintain his fires;
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
But a smooth and stedfast mind
Gentle thoughts, and calm desires,
Hearts with equall love combind,
Kindle never dying fires.
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
No teares, 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.