The beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
You’re lovely, but you’re empty. One couldn’t die for you.[translation by Richard Howard]You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you.[translation by Katherine Woods]
To look almost pretty is an acquisition of higher delight to a girl who has been looking plain the first fifteen years of her life than a beauty from her cradle can ever receive.