She is pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant, too, to think on.
_Brennoralt, Act_ ii. SIR J. SUCKLING.
But from the hoop's bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.
_Fables: The Spider and the Bee_. E. MOORE.
That eagle's fate and mine are one.
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
_To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing_. E. WALLER.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
_Romeo and Juliet, Act_ ii. _Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
The light that lies
In woman's eyes.
_The time I've lost in Wooing_. T. MOORE.
Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
_The Fair Penitent, Act_ iii. _Sc_. 1. N. ROWE.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
_Faustus_. C. MARLOWE.
The dimple that thy chin contains has beauty in its round
That never has been fathomed yet by myriad thoughts profound.
_Odes, CXLIII_. HAFIZ.
Beauty stands
In the admiration only of weak minds
Led captive. Cease to admire, and all her plumes
Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy,
At every sudden slighting quite abashed.
_Paradise Regained, Bk. II_. MILTON.