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Слушать(AI)The True Beauty
He that loves a rosy
Or coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth
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
Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.
Thomas Carew
Thomas Carew (pronounced as "Carey"[1]) (1595 – 22 March 1640) was an English poet, among the 'Cavalier' group of Caroline poets.
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