He that loves a rosy cheek, <br />Or a coral lip admires, <br />Or from starlike eyes doth seek <br />Fuel to maintain his fires; <br />As old Time makes these decay, <br />So his flames must waste away. <br /> <br />But a smooth and steadfast mind, <br />Gentle thoughts and calm desires, <br />Hearts with equal love combined, <br />Kindle never-dying fires. <br />Where these are not, I despise <br />Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes. <br /> <br />No tears, Celia, now shall win <br />My resolved heart to return; <br />I have searched thy soul within, <br />And find naught but pride and scorn; <br />I have learned thy arts, and now <br />Can disdain as much as thou. <br />Some power, in my revenge convey <br />That love to her I cast away.<br /><br />Thomas Carew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disdain-returned/
