Beauty is a great paradox—
Music’s secret soul creeping about the senses
To wrestle with man’s coarser nature.
It is hard when beauty loses.
Lilith
I think beauty is a bad bargain made of life.
Men’s iron sinews hew them room in the world
And use deceits to gain them trophies:
O, when our beauty fails us did we not use
Deceits, where were our room in the world—