Better Death than suffer the Affronts of growing old

In the gardens, Celia gazed upon a rose that candid in its haughty ostentation, and bright in tints of scarlet and rich crimson, joyfully its fragile face exposed, and said: "Enjoy the day, fear not the blows of Fate in this too fleeting celebration, the death that on the morrow claims its portion, cannot take from you the joys this day bestows; though the perfume of life fade on the air, and the hour of your passing too soon toll, fear not the death that finds you young and fair: take the counsel that experience extols, to die while beautiful is finer far than to suffer the affront of growing old."