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        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.