For, when with beauty we can virtue join, PRIOR-Henry and Emma. L. 429. Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy, when they love? g. NICHOLAS ROWE-The Fair Penitent. Act III. Sc. 1. Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies, for instance. For her own person, It beggar'd all description. L. 94. Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 202. Heaven bless thee! Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on; Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel. Her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. ሀ. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 85. I'll not shed her blood; k. SCOTT-Lady of the Lake. Canto I. St. 18. There was a soft and pensive grace, 1. SCOTT-Rokeby. Canto IV. St. 5. Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Her face so faire, as flesh it seemed not, They seemed to whisper: "How handsome she is! What wavy tresses! what sweet perfume! Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, All the beauty of the world, 'tis but skin deep. T. RALPH VENNING-Orthodoxe Paradoxes (Third Edition, 1650). The Triumph of Assurance. P. 41. The yielding marble of her snowy breast. EDMUND WALLER-On a Lady Passing through a Crowd of People. 8. Be she fairer than the day, What care I how fair she be? Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive, though a happy place. Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair, x. Delight. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their pain; The long remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast. 1. GOLDSMITH-Deserted Village, L. 149. To get thine ends, lay bashfulnesse aside; Who feares to aske, doth teach to be deny'd. m. HERRICK-No Bashfulnesse in Begging. A beggar through the world am I, n. FATHER PROUT (Francis Mahony). The Bells of Shandon. And the Sabbath bell, That over wood and wild and mountain dell Wanders so far, chasing all thoughts unholy With sounds most musical, most melancholy. SAMUEL ROGERS-Human Life. L. 517. m. And this be the vocation fit, For which the founder fashioned it: n. Through the bride's fair locks so dear Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. 9. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 166. |