Never was flattery lost on a poet's ear; a simple race, they waste their toil for the vain tribute of a smile.
Walter ScottBesides, Rose Bradwardine, beautiful and amiable as we have described her, had not precisely the sort of beauty or merit which captivates a romantic imagination in early youth. She was too frank, too confiding, too kind; amiable qualities, undoubtedly, but destructive of the marvellous, with which a youth of imagination delights to dress the empress of his affections.
Walter Scott