If you were a teardrop;In my eye,For fear of losing you,I would never cry.And if the golden sun,Should cease to shine its light,Just one smile from you,Would make my whole world bright.
Irtue is like a rich stone,best plain set;and surely vitue is best,in a body that is comely,though not of delicate features;and that hath rather dignity of presence,than beauty of aspect.
The story of an ugly swan becomes beautiful as it grows up telling people not to judge others by appearance. Most kids especially girls look homely but they turn to be beauties as they become adults.