Beauty is but a flower which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air

Beauty is but a flower, which wrinkles will devour.

Blest is that government where no art thrives.

Full many a gem of purest ray sereneThe dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

A person born to be a flower pot will not go beyond the porch