Beauty.
Beauty gives
The features perfectness, and to the form
Its delicate proportions: she may stain
The eye with a celestial blue, the cheek
With carmine of the sunset; she may breathe
Grace into every motion, like the play
Of the least visible tissue of a cloud;
She may give all that's rich—her own
Bright cestus—and one glance of Intellect,
Like stronger magic, will outshine it all.