Somebody once called fidelity the fading woman's greatest weapon the charming woman's greatest hypocrisy.

Woe to the crown of pride of the drunkards of Ephraim, and to the fading flower of his glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fertile valley of those who are overcome with wine!

Woe to the crown of pride, to the drunkards of Ephraim, whose glorious beauty is a fading flower, which are on the head of the fat valleys of them that are overcome with wine!

The fading flower of his glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fertile valley, shall be like the first ripe fig before the summer which someone picks and eats as soon as he sees it.

And the glorious beauty, which is on the head of the fat valley, shall be a fading flower, and as the hasty fruit before the summer which when he that looketh upon it seeth, while it is yet in his hand he eateth it up.