There is an inherent tragedy about beauty – it is ugly! It goes where it is not wanted and wants where it cannot go. It flatters to deceive, and is deceived by flattery. It enters closed doors, but falls outside open gates. It steals its own, and gives out what belongs to others. Wherever it passed fleetingly, it was remembered; wherever it stayed, it was forgotten. She never had it but she eternally worships it; she had it, and yet more than three times it denied her before death’s cock crowed. I remember her, what a beauty she is; I see her now, what a beauty she was!