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The greater part of beauty is in spirit
For lovely limbs can hide a prideful heart
That makes observers rather tend to fear it
Than to adore the merely outer part.
A face framed for da Vinci or his friends
With curvature that Rubens could have dreamt
Can turn aside desire from its ends
If from all pleasant thought it is exempt
By reason of the soul - likewise a face
Not given to so generously by fate
May stake a claim to an exalted place
If love and humour each find there a mate.
But, as in her, we may see two in one:
Spirit can complete what form's begun.