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Слушать(AI)Unfading Beauty
Hee, that loves a rosie cheeke,
Or a corall lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth
Fuell to maintaine his fires,
As old time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
But a smooth and steadfast mind,
Gentle thoughts and calme desires,
Hearts with equal love combin'd,
Kindle never-dying fires.
Where these are not,
I
Lovely cheekes, 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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