Even the beautiful must perish! That which overcomes gods and men moves not the armored heart of the Stygian Zeus. Only once did love come to soften the Lord of the Shadows, and just at the threshold he sternly took back his gift. Behold! The gods weep, all the goddesses weep, that the beautiful perishes, that the most perfect passes away. But a lament on the lips of loved ones is glorious, for the ignoble goes down to Orcus in silence. (Friedrich Schiller)