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 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-seem/
