What is beauty but a breath

What is beauty but a breath?

Fancies twin at birth & death,

The colour of a damask rose,

That fadeth when the northwind blowes:

'tis such that though all sorts do crave it,

they know not what it is to have it:

a thing that some time stoops not to a king

and yet most open to the commonst thing:

For she that is most fair,

Is open to the aire.