O HOW much more doth beauty beauteous seem <br />By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! <br />The Rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem <br />For that sweet odour which doth in it live. <br />The Canker-blooms have full as deep a dye <br />As the perfumed tincture of the Roses, <br />Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly <br />When summer's breath their masked buds discloses: <br />But--for their virtue only is their show-- <br />They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, <br />Die to themselves. Sweet Roses do not so; <br />Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made. <br /> And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, <br /> When that shall vade, my verse distils your truth.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnets-vi/
