Beauty passes away.

OH, what is beauty's pow'r? It flourishes and dies; Will the cold earth its silence break, To tell how soft, how smooth a cheek Beneath its surface lies?

The most beloved on earth, Not long survives the day; So music passed is obsolete, And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet, But now 'tis gone away. Then since this world is vain, And volatile and fleet Why should I lay up earthly joys, Where rust corrupts and moth destroys, And cares and sorrow eat?