Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. - Alexander Pope

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Çdo krijesë që thahet, ushqim bëhet për të tjerë,
Jeta dhuron frymën, që vdekja e merr
Si shkumë deti prej materies sajuar,
Lindin, copëtohen e kthehen në valë, me detin për tu përqafuar.

But where's the man, who counsel can bestow,
Still pleas'd to teach, and yet not proud to know?
Unbias'd, or by favour or by spite;
Not dully prepossess'd, nor blindly right;
Though learn'd, well-bred; and though well-bred, sincere;
Modestly bold, and humanly severe?
Who to a friend his faults can freely show,
And gladly praise the merit of a foe?
Blest with a taste exact, yet unconfin'd;
A knowledge both of books and human kind;
Gen'rous converse; a soul exempt from pride;
And love to praise, with reason on his side?

Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call,
But the joint force and full result of all.