Rosalind

.."No, you don't feel it now. Some day, when you are old and wrinkled and ugly, when thought has seared your forehead with its lines, and passion branded your lips with hideous fires, you will feel it, you will feel it terribly. Now wherever you go, you charm the world. Will it always be so?.. You have a wonderfully beautiful face Mr Gray. Don't frown. You have. And beauty is a form of genius, as it needs no explanation. It makes princes of those who have it. You smile? Ah! When you have lost it you won't smile..People say sometimes that beauty is only superficial. To me beauty is the wonder of wonders. It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearences. Yes Mr Gray the Gods have been good to you. But what the gods give they quickly take away. You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, fully. When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it, and then you will suddenly discover that there are no triumphs left for you, or have to content yourself with those mean triumps that the memory of your past will make more bitter than defeats. Every month as it wanes brings you nearer to something dreadful. Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lillies and your roses."