Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. – William Shakespeare
(1564-1616, British Poet, Playwright, Actor)
To simplify this very line, by the greatest novelist, belonging to Stratford-upon-Avon, Shakespeare, has termed beauty as a mortal phase in various elements of life. Natures life forms have been bestowed with a limited time period into which they exist, and perish. Nevertheless, there is always an exception to this doctrine of God.




