Grace was in her steps, heav’n in her eye,
In every gesture dignity and love.
Her eyes, her lips, her cheeks, her shapes, her features,
Seem to be drawn by love’s own hand; by love
Himself in love.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty – that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Without the smile from partial beauty won,
O, what were man! a world without a sun!
Honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey sauce to sugar.
What is beauty? Not the show
Of shapely limbs and features. No;
These are but flowers
That have their dated hours,
To breathe their momentary sweets and go.
‘Tis the stainless soul within
That outshines the fairest skin.
~ Sir A. Hunt