Buty iz a very handy thing tew hav, espeshily for a woman who aint
hansum.
Thare iz not mutch ov enny thing more diffikult tew define than buty.
It iz a blessed thing that there ain't no rules for it, for the way it
iz now, every man gits a hansum woman for a wife.
Thare iz grate power in female buty; its viktorys reach klear from the
Garden ov Eden down to yesterday.
Adam waz the fust man that saw a butiful woman, and waz the fust man tew
acknowledge it.
But beauty in itself iz but a very short-lived viktory--a mere
perspektive to the background.
Thare aint noboddy but a butterfly kan liv on buty, and git phatt.
When buty and good sense jine each other, yu hav got a mixtur that will
stand both wet and dry weather.
I hav never seen a woman with good sense but what had buty enuff tew
make herself hily agreeable; but i hav seen 3 or 4 wimmin in mi day who
hadn't sense enuff tew make a good deal ov buty the least bit charming.
But, az i sed before, thare ain't no posatiff rule for buty, and i am
dredful glad ov it, for every boddy would be after that rule, and
sumboddy wouldn't git enny rule, besides running a grate risk ov gitting
jammed in the rush.
Man buty iz a awful weak komplaint--it iz wuss, if possible, than the
nosegay disseaze.
If there iz sitch a thing az a butiful man on earth, he haz mi simpathy.
Even mithology had but one Adonis, and the only accomplishment he had
waz tew blatt like a lamb.