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The Beautiful Elite/Quotes
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say "This poet lies;—William Shakespeare - Sonnet 17
...they get two free pips in Appearance (name one ugly Senshi or Tuxedo. You can't. So there.)"
we have the satisfaction of knowing that her sorrows are wept into embroidered pocket-handkerchiefs, that her fainting form reclines on the very best upholstery, and that whatever vicissitudes she may undergo, from being dashed out of her carriage to having her head shaved in a fever, she comes out of them all with a complexion more blooming and locks more redundant than ever.
The form was of a man, but no mortal man ever wore such an aspect of inhuman beauty. There was an unmistakable resemblance between him and the youth who dropped lifeless in his chains, but the alloy of humanity that softened the godliness of the youth was lacking in the features of the stranger, awful and immobile in their beauty.
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