All covet beauty for its lustrous power
For fairness is the monarch most men serve,
And be such reign not longer than an hour
Small fortunes paid in gold for that sweet myrrh;
Emblazoned so, the weak sex tastes of might
That has crushed coeurs of kings no sword could sway
And even sovereigns with their glass may fight
To find reflections they would have portrayed.
A lovely face can rule as jeweled crown
Whose regal shine does oft time’s tarnish fear,
Of birthright or of paint, still held on loan
Wherein default may try in less a year.
Such is the paradox vanity imparts,
Where jester may yet rule as king of hearts.
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