The beautiful are never desolate,
For some one always loves them.
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Beauty of face is but a fleeting dower,
A momentary gleam, a short-lived flower,
A charm that goes no deeper than the skin;
Beauty of mind is firm enthroned within.
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There is the beauty of infancy, the beauty of youth, the beauty of
maturity, and, believe me, ladies and gentlemen, the beauty of age.
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Beauty with selfishness, is a flower without perfume.
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What is beauty?
'Tis the stainless soul within
That outshines the fairest skin.
--_Sir A. Hunt._
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