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.