|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Ay, my continent of beauty.|
Shakespeare.Loves Labours Lost, Act IV. Scene 1. (Boyet to Rosaline.)
|Beauty in distress shone like the sun|
Piercing a Summers cloud.
Colman, Jun.Battle of Hexham, Act I. Scene 3.
|When beauty in distress appears,|
An irresistless charm it bears:
In every breast does pity move,
Pity, the tenderest part of love.
Yalden.To Captain Chamberlain, Verse 3.
|Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;|
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Pope.Rape of the Lock, Canto V. Line 33.
|Nature in various moulds has beauty cast,|
And formd the feature for each different taste:
This sighs for golden locks and azure eyes;
That for the gloss of sable tresses dies.
Gay.Dione, Act III. Scene 1.
|Were you with these, my prince, youd soon forget|
The pale, unripend beauties of the north.
Addison.Cato, Act I.
|Tis not a set of features, nor complexion,|
The tincture of a skin that I admire;
Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in the eye, and palls upon the sense.
Addison.Cato, Act I. Scene 1.
|Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call,|
But the joint force and full result of all.
Pope.On Criticism, Line 245.
|Half light, half shade,|
She stood, a sight to make an old man young.
Tennyson.The Gardeners Daughter.
|Where none admire, tis useless to excel;|
Where none are beaux, tis vain to be a belle;
Beauty like wit, to judges should be shewn;
Both most are valued, where they best are known.
Lyttleton.Soliloquy of a Beauty, Line 11.
|Fair tresses mans imperial race ensnare,|
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Pope.Rape of the Lock, Canto II. Line 28.
|She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,|
Can draw you to her with a single hair.
Dryden.Sat. of Persius.
|Tis a powerful sex; they were too strong for the first, the strongest, and the wisest man that was; they must needs be strong, when one hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.|
Howell.Familiar Letters, Book II. No. 4. (To T. D., Esq.)
|And Beauty slumberd in the arms of Love.|
Roscoe.To Henry Fuseli. The Metrical Miscellany.
|A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:|
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.
Keats.Endymion, Line 1.
|Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,|
As a rich jewel in an Ethiops ear.
Shakespeare.Romeo and Juliet, Act I. Scene 5. (Romeo to the Servant.)
|Let him alone;|
Theres nothing that allays an angry mind
So soon as a sweet beauty.
Beaumont and Fletcher.The Elder Brother.
|The beauty, that of late was in her flowr, is now a ruin.|
Quarles.Book I. No. IX. Verse 5.