The path of that good young man became thorny until it diverged from mine.
I was almost fifteen, when I overheard a young lady say I was growing pretty.

I went to my mirror and spent some moments in unalloyed happiness and triumph.

Then I thought, "Pretty face, the worms will eat you.

All the prettiest girls I know are silly, but you shall never make a fool of me.

Helen's beauty ruined Troy.