My beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise;
Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,
Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.
SHAKS.: _Love's L. Lost,_ Act ii., Sc. 1.
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle glass that's broken presently;
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
SHAKS.: _Pass. Pilgrim,_ St. 11
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 abash'd.
MILTON: _Par. Regained,_ Bk. ii., Line 220.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet.
DRYDEN: _Cym. and Iph.,_ Line 1.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
KEATS: _Endymion,_ Bk. i., Line 1.
What is this thought or thing
Which I call beauty? is it thought or thing?
Is it a thought accepted for a thing?
Or both? or neither--a pretext?--a word?
MRS. BROWNING: _Drama of Ex. Extrem. of Sword-Glare._
If eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being.
EMERSON: _The Rhodora._
Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
POPE: _R. of the Lock,_ Canto ii., Line 27.
True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.
WORDSWORTH: _To ----. Let Other Bards of Angels Sing._