THE TRUE BEAUTY. by T. CAREW.

 
 
Previous Poem Next Poem
 

THE 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.
T. CAREW.,
 
 
 
 

Support poems4free.com
If you liked this page, feel free to share it!