He that love's a Rosie Cheek
or a Corall lip admires;
or from Starlike eyes doth seek 
fuell to maintain his fires,
as old time makes these decay,
so his flames must wafte away.

But a smooth and steadfast minde,
Gentle thoughts, and calme desires,
Hearts with equall love combin'd,
Kindle never-dying fires:
Where these are not, I dispise
Lovely Cheekes, or Lips, or Eyes.

Cælia, now no tears can win
My resolv'd heart to return;
I have search'd thy soul within,
And find nought but pride and scorn :
I have learn'd those Arts, and now
Can disdaine as much as thou.

Some God in my revenge convey 
that Love to her I cast away.