Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;A shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly;A flower that dies, when first it ‘gins to bud;A brittle glass, that’s broken presently:     A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,     Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
William Shakespeare

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss, that fadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies, when first it ‘gins to bud;
A brittle glass, that’s broken presently:
     A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
     Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.

William Shakespeare