The Disposition

By Thomas Stanley (1625-1678).

Though when I lov’d thee thou wert fair,
  Thou art no longer so:
Those glories do the pride they wear
  Unto opinion owe.
Beauties, like stars, in borrow’d lustre shine:        5
And ’twas my love that gave thee thine.

The flames that dwelt within thine eye
  Do now with mine expire;
Thy brightest graces fade and die
  At once, with my desire.        10
Love’s fires thus mutual influence return:
Thine cease to shine when mine to burn.

Then, proud Celinda, hope no more
  To be implor’d or woo’d,
Since by thy scorn thou dost restore        15
  The wealth my love bestow’d;
And thy despis’d disdain too late shall find
That none are fair but who are kind.