It would squint, blink, and wink at its handsome twin brother.
But the mind, after all, is the part of the man
Which beauty should live in—deny it who can.
While the face serves alone for an index to tell
The force of the passions which inwardly dwell.
When all's fair within, it will turn to a smile;
When vexed, it will change to a frown.
If angry, most like 'twill be stormy awhile;
When sad, fast the rain will come down.
But to rambling a truce,