Georg Ebers,
Cleopatra — Volume 04
“ Violent tempests had raged before the battle. It had not been possible always to appear before him in the guise in which we would fain be seen by those whom we love."Even now, when your skilful hands have served me—there is the mirror— the image it reflects—seems to me like a carefully preserved wreck—""O my royal mistress," cried Iras, raising her hands beseechingly, "must I again declare that neither the grey hairs which are again brown, nor the few lines which Olympus will soon render invisible, nor whatever else perhaps disturbs you in the image you behold reflected, impairs your beauty? ”
