I must not say that she was true

I must not say that she was true,
  Yet let me say that she was fair;
    And they, that lovely face who view,
      They should not ask if truth be there.
      - Matthew Arnold, Euphrosyne

MELANCHOLIA

The beautiful are never desolate;

  But someone always loves them - God or man.

    If man abandons, God himself takes them.

      - Philip James Bailey, Festus (sc. Water and Wood Midnight)

Order is the shape upon which beauty depends

KEEPING THINGS REAL