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C J Dennis - A Beauty Hint
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Sweet, think how much the better it would be
   If you thro` life should thus preserve your beauty.
It really doesn`t matter much to me;
   But don`t you think you owe the world a duty,
And don`t you think that thro` some kindly thought -
Of me, for instance - beauty were well bought?

Those wrinkles on your face, dear,
   Those bags beneath your eyes
Are but the evil trace, dear,
   Of temper, spite and lies.
Why can`t you be a saint, dear,
   Like dear old Joan of Arc;
Be pleasant - which you ain`t, dear,
   And do not be a nark.

Consider, sweetheart, if you smiled always
   How much, thro` weeks, your face might be improving;
In place of which, in these unhappy days,
   You go to beauty shops for the removing
Of wrinkles, blemishes and ugly warts.
Why, when a smile will serve, seek these resorts?

Why can`t you raise a grin, sweet,
   And be a little beauty?
For ugliness is sin, sweet,
   And loveliness a duty.
So, for my sake, why can`t you make
   An effort to he glad.
Just think of me and joyful be;
   For I am not too bad.
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