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 perfumèd tincture of the roses, <br />Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly <br />When summer's breath their maskèd buds discloses; <br />But, for their virtue only is their show, <br />They live unwooed 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, by verse distills your truth.<br /><br />William Shakespeare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-54-o-how-much-more-doth-beauty-beauteous/
