Oh, grieve not, ladies, if at night, Ye wake to feel your beauty going; It was a web of frail delight, Inconstant as an April snowing

Order is a lovely thing; on disarray it lays its wing, teaching simplicity to sing.

There is one order of beauty which seems made to turn heads. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies

She walks in beauty like the night.

A protective order is just a piece of paper. The purpose … is so that the victim knows that … at least law enforcement is aware that this person is trying to harm them.