There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face.
_Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.
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_. SHAKESPEARE.
Her face so faire, as flesh it seemed not,
But heavenly pourtraict of bright angels' hew,
Cleare as the skye withouten blame or blot,
Through goodly mixture of complexion's dew.
_Faërie Queene, Canto III_. E. SPENSER.
The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
_Michael Angelo_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.
Oh! could you view the melody
Of every grace,
And music of her face.
_Orpheus to Beasts_. R. LOVELACE.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
_Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
In each cheek appears a pretty dimple;
Love made those hollows; if himself were slain,
He might be buried in a tomb so simple;
Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
Why, there Love lived and there he could not die.
_Venus and Adonis_. SHAKESPEARE.
There Affectation, with a sickly mien,
Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen.
_Rape of the Lock, Canto IV_. A. POPE.
Sweet, pouting lips, whose color mocks the rose,
Rich, ripe, and teeming with the dew of bliss,--
The flower of love's forbidden fruit, which grows
Insidiously to tempt us with a kiss.
_Tasso's Sonnets_. R.H. WILDE.
Her face betokened all things dear and good,
The light of somewhat yet to come was there
Asleep, and waiting for the opening day.
_Margaret in the Xebec_. J. INGELOW.
Her face is like the Milky Way i' the sky,--
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
_Breunoralt_. SIR J. SUCKLING.
A face with gladness overspread!
Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!
_To a Highland Girl_. W. WORDSWORTH.