His neck, his hands, his shoulders, and his So sleek her skin, so faultless was her make, The beauty I beheld has struck me dead; Unknowingly she strikes, and kills by chance; Poison is in her eyes, and death in ev'ry glance. DRYDEN. What further fear of danger can there be? Beauty, which captives all things, sets me free. DRYDEN. Daughter of the rose, whose cheeks unite The diff ring titles of the red and white; Who heav'n's alternate beauty well display, The blush of morning and the milky way. DRYDEN. Blood, rapine, massacres were cheaply bought, Beauteous Helen shines among the rest; DRYDEN. Yet all combined, Your beauty and my impotence of mind. DRYDEN. Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel; Oh, she is fairer than the evening air, But when the candle enter'd, I was cured. They said her cheek of youth was beautiful, Till with'ring sorrow blanch'd the white rose there. MATURIN. Beauteous as vision seen in dreamy sleep Some nymphs there are too conscious of their Mature the virgin was, of Egypt's race; face; Repairs her smiles, awakens ev'ry grace, Trust not too much your now resistless charms; POPE. Some figures monstrous and misshaped appear, POPE. What winning graces, what majestic mien! Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; POPE. Say, why are beauties praised and honour'd most, The wise man's passion and the vain man's toast? Why deck'd with all that land and sea afford? Why angels call'd, and angel-like adored? POPE. You still, fair mother, in your offspring trace PRIOR. That air and harmony of shape express, Fine by degrees and beautifully less. PRIOR. Bracelets of pearl gave roundness to her arm, And ev'ry gem augmented ev'ry charm. PRIOR. face. PRIOR. This forehead, where your verse has said Take heed, my dear, youth flies apace; The thousand loves, that arm thy potent eye, Another nymph with fatal pow'r may rise, Venus! take my votive glass: PRIOR. Is she not more than painting can express, Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, Beauty, wit, high birth, desert in service, SHAKSPEARE. Beauty does varnish age as if new born, Since she did neglect her looking-glass, SHAKSPEARE. Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gait, her voice, In our heart's table. Thou handlest in thy discourse. SHAKSPEARE. Kate, like the hazel twig, Is straight and slender, and as brown in hue As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels. SHAKSPEARE. Black brows Become some women best, so they be in a semicircle Or a half-moon, made with a pen. SHAKSPEARE. With untainted eye Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. SHAKSPEARE. I've perused her well; Beauty and honour in her are so mingled That they have caught the king. SHAKSPEARE. I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions Start into her face; a thousand innocent shames Oh, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem SHAKSPEARE. A combination and a form indeed SHAKSPEARE. See what a grace was seated on his brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command. SHAKSPEARE. Read o'er the volume of his lovely face, And what obscure in this fair volume lies A night of fretful passion may consume This doth lead me to her hand, Of my first love the fatal band, SIR P. SIDNEY. SIR P. SIDNEY. |