Another literary supplety....

....but, then, apt life is already written in history....

A rose by any other name.... Not Hardy.

 

 

Tess of the d’Urbervilles (1891) by Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)

Chapter XV

....Symbols of reflectiveness passed into her face, and a note of tragedy at times into her voice. Her eyes grew larger and more eloquent. She became what would have been called a fine creature; her aspect was fair and arresting; her soul that of a woman whom the turbulent experiences of the last year or two had quite failed to demoralize....

 

 

Tess's reflection, is one that many people see. Fortunately: some come close, but others do not.