Beauty's sister is vanity, and its daughter lust.

Vanity keeps persons in favor with themselves who are out of favor with all others

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day—mock me horribly!

Lust not after her beauty in thine heart; neither let her take thee with her eyelids.

Thus the little mermaid learned her world’s greatest paradox: that their currency was beauty, and their coin was body parts.

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty - excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable -should persist after the beauty was gone.