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.