Beauty itself soon fades, and when a woman has beauty and nothing else, well, it's like putting all the goods in the shop window, isn't it? And the moment she loses her good looks-poor creature! what is she? Just a mere bit of faded finery to be thrown aside.
Henry Arthur Jones (1915). “The Theatre of Ideas, a Burlesque Allegory, and Three One-act Plays: The Goal, Her Tongue, Grace Mary”
