All heiresses are beautiful.
All heiresses are beautiful.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.
Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail But common interest always will prevail And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the peoples wrongs his own.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories