Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding doth choke the feeder; Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
Author: William Shakespeare
Source: The Tragedy of King Richard the Second (Gaunt at II, i)
Here is a hand drawn and painted watercolor of a nude woman sitting in front of her vanity,
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