| It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces there should be none alike.|
Sir Thomas BrowneReligio Medici. Pt. II. Sec. II.
|A face to lose youth for, to occupy age|
With the dream of, meet death with.
Robert BrowningA Likeness.
| Showing that if a good face is a letter of recommendation, a good heart is a letter of credit.|
Bulwer-LyttonWhat Will He Do With It? Bk. II. Title of Ch. XI.
| As clear and as manifest as the nose in a mans face.|
BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sec. III. Memb. 4. Subsec. I.
| And her face so fair|
Stirrd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
ByronDon Juan. Canto IV. St. 29.
|Yet even her tyranny had such a grace,|
The women pardoned all, except her face.
ByronDon Juan. Canto V. St. 113.
| And to his eye|
There was but one beloved face on earth,
And that was shining on him.
ByronThe Dream. St. 2.
|There is a garden in her face,|
Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow.
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Till cherry ripe themselves do cry.
Campion claims these in note To Reader, Fourth Book of Airs. Arber in English Garner, follows original. Attributed to Richard Allison by W. D. Adams, Frederick Locker-Lampson, Charles Mackay. To Campion by Ernest Rhys, A. H. Bullen.
|The magic of a face.|
Thomas CarewEpitaph on the Lady S.
|He had a face like a benediction (blessing).|
CervantesDon Quixote. Bk. II. Pt. I. Ch. IV.
|The face the index of a feeling mind.|
CrabbeTales of the Hall.
|Well had the boding tremblers learnd to trace|
The days disasters in his morning face.
GoldsmithThe Deserted Village. L. 199.
|Her face betokened all things dear and good,|
The light of somewhat yet to come was there
Asleep, and waiting for the opening day,
When childish thoughts, like flowers, would drift away.
Jean IngelowMargaret in the Xebec. St. 57.
|How some they have died, and some they have left me,|
And some are taken from me; all are departed;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
LambThe Old Familiar Faces.
| A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this particular! Some of them speak not. They are books in which not a line is written, save perhaps a date.|
LongfellowHyperion. Bk. I. Ch. IV.
| These faces in the mirrors|
Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself.
LongfellowMasque of Pandora. Pt. II. The House of Epimetheus. L. 72.
| The light upon her face|
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
LongfellowMichael Angelo. Pt. II. 6.
|Oh! could you view the melody|
Of every grace,
And music of her face,
Youd drop a tear,
Seeing more harmony
In her bright eye,
Than now you hear.
LovelaceOrpheus to Beasts. St. 2.
|Was this the face that launchd a thousand ships,|
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies!
|Human face divine.|
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. III. L. 44.
| In her face excuse|
Came prologue, and apology too prompt.
MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. IX. L. 853.
| Vous avez bien la face descouverte; moi je suis tout face.|
You have your face bare; I am all face.
MontaigneEssays. Vol. I. Ch. XXXV. Answer of a naked beggar who was asked whether he was not cold. Same in FullerWorthies. Berkshire. P. 82. 3rd Ed. (1662).
| Cheek * * *|
Flushing white and mellowd red;
Gradual tints, as when there glows
In snowy milk the bashful rose.
MooreOdes of Anacreon. Ode XV. L. 27.
|With faces like dead lovers who died true.|
D. M. MulockIndian Summer.
|Sæpe tacens vocem verbaque vultus habet.|
Often a silent face has voice and words.
OvidArs Amatoria. Bk. I. 574.
|If to her share some female errors fall|
Look on her face, and youll forget em all.
PopeRape of the Lock. Canto II. L. 17.
|Lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.|
Psalms. IV. 6.
|A sweet attractive kinde of grace,|
A full assurance given by lookes,
Continuall comfort in a face
The lineaments of Gospell bookes.
Matthew Royden. Elegie: or a Friends Passion for his Astrophill. (Sir Philip Sidney).
|On his bold visage middle age|
Had slightly pressd its signet sage,
Yet had not quenched the open truth
And fiery vehemence of youth;
Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.
ScottLady of The Lake. Canto I. St. 21.
|Sea of upturned faces.|
ScottRob Roy. Vol. II. Ch. XX. Daniel Webster. Speech. Sept. 30, 1842.
|All mens faces are true, whatsomeer their hands are.|
Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 6. L. 102.
|Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face|
Bears a command in t: though thy tackles torn,
Thou showst a noble vessel.
Coriolanus. Act IV. Sc. 5. L. 66.
|A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.|
Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 232.
| God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.|
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 149.
| In thy face|
I see thy fury: if I longer stay
We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
Henry VI. Pt. II. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 142.
| There is a fellow somewhat near the door; he should be a brazier by his face.|
Henry VIII. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 41.
|I have seen better faces in my time|
Than stands on any shoulder that I see.
King Lear. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 99.
| Theres no art|
To find the minds construction in the face.
Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 4. L. 11.
|Your face, my thane, is a book where men|
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time.
Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 63.
| You have such a February face,|
So full of frost, of storm, of cloudiness.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act V. Sc. 4. L. 41.
|Compare her face with some that I shall show;|
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
Romeo and Juliet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 91.
|Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn.|
| An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance.|
R. B. SheridanSchool for Scandal. Act IV. Sc. 1.
| Her angels face,|
As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place.
SpenserFaerie Queene. Bk. I. Canto III. St. 4.
|Her cheeks so rare a white was on,|
No daisy makes comparison;
(Who sees them is undone);
For streaks of red were mingled there,
Such as are on a Cathrine pear,
(The side thats next the Sun).
Sir John SucklingA Ballad Upon a Wedding. St. 10.
|Her face is like the Milky Way i the sky,|
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
Sir John SucklingBrennoralt. Act III.
|White rose in red rose-garden|
Is not so white;
Snowdrops, that plead for pardon
And pine for fright
Because the hard East blows
Over their maiden vows,
Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.
SwinburneBefore the Mirror.
|A face with gladness overspread!|
Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!
WordsworthTo a Highland Girl.
|My face. Is this long strip of skin|
Which bears of worry many a trace,
Of sallow hue, of features thin,
This mass of seams and lines, my face?
Edmund YatesAged Forty.