... had her reign of beauty at eighteen gives place, after a time, to another who passed for years unnoticed, but replaces her lovelier sister at thirty or forty, and thence holds her own into old age. Shakespeare , who saw all things, did not neglect this more prolonged sway or Indian summer of womanhood: Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born, And give the crutch the cradle's infancy. Taking the worl...