...О how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 54

The beauty will be decorated
With nobleness and the mercy stamp.
Misfortune gave them holy growth:
Your brother, sister, mother're dead.

So anyone'd despair of grief:
By enemy your husband killed.
Forgave the murderer, with crowd arguing
This awful sin with tears you covering.