Girls and Cars by David Perry

Beauty is like life itself: a dawn mist the sun burns off. It gives no peace, no rest.
GREGORY ORR, The Caged Owl: New & Selected Poems

Beauty itself soon fades, and when a woman has beauty and nothing else, well, it's like putting all the goods in the shop window, isn't it? And the moment she loses her good looks--poor creature! what is she? Just a mere bit of faded finery to be thrown aside.
HENRY ARTHUR JONES, Her Tongue

Sculptors, poets, painters, musicians--they're the traditional purveyors of Beauty. But it can as easily be created by a gardener, a farmer, a plumber, a careworker.
CHARLES DE LINT, The Onion Girl