The Fox and the Mask
A Fox, being in a shop where Masks were sold, laid his foot upon one of them, and considering it awhile attentively, at last broke out into this exclamation:—"Bless me!" says he, "what a handsome face this is! What a pity it is that it should want brains!"
Beauty without sense is of little value. A fair outside is but a poor substitute for inward worth.