a man is often enchanted by things of beauty and delight,
bathes in wonderful emotions begotten of smell and sight,
for the longevity of these things, he lives and fights,
sometimes lives, often fights,
sometimes builds, often destroys, then destroys what he builds,
wars are never fought for an unseemly lady or even a beautiful purpose,
pleasures of dreams lead to pain of war and pain of war brings the pleasures of victory,
then sometimes I wonder, of what good is beauty?