Disdain Returned

HE that loves a rosy cheek,Or a coral lip admires,

Or from star-like eyes doth seekFuel 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 equal love combin'd,Kindle never-dying fires.Where these are not, I despiseLovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.

No tears, Celia, now shall winMy 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 nowCan disdain as much as thou.Some pow'r, in my revenge, conveyThat love to her I cast away.