Avarice. Colton. THE Avarice of the Miser may be termed the grand Sepulchre of all his other Passions, as they successively decay. But, unlike other Tombs, it is enlarged by Repletion, and strengthened by Age. Awkwardness. Churchill. WHAT'S a fine Person, or a beauteous Face, Badinage. Zimmerman. IN the sallies of Badinage a polite fool shines; but in Gravity he is as awkward as an elephant disporting. Bashfulness. — Fuller. CONCEIT not so high a notion of any, as to be bashful and impotent in their presence. Bashfulness. — Plutarch. AS those that pull down private houses adjoining to the Temples of the Gods, prop up such parts as are contiguous to them; so, in undermining Bashfulness, due regard is to be had to adjacent Modesty, Good-nature, and Humanity. Bashfulness. — Mackenzie. THERE are two distinct Sorts of what we call Bashfulness: this, the awkwardness of a Booby, which a few steps into the world will convert into the pertness of a Coxcomb: that a Consciousness, which the most delicate Feelings produce, and the most extensive Knowledge cannot always remove. Beauty. - Shakspeare. FOR her own Person, It beggar'd all Description; she did lie O'erpicturing that Venus, where we see, Beauty. — Byron. AN Eye's an Eye, and whether black or blue, 'Tis Nonsense to dispute about a Hue— The kindest may be taken as a Test. The fair Sex should be always fair; and no Man, Beauty. -- Sir A. Hunt. WHAT is Beauty? Not the Show That have their dated hours To breathe their momentary Sweets, then go. That outshines the fairest Skin. Beauty. Rogers. BUT then her Face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, Beauty. Byron. WHO hath not proved how feebly Words essay LONG while I sought to what I might compare Beauty. Byron. SHE gazed upon a World she scarcely knew And kept her Heart serene within its Zone. Beauty. - Milton. BEAUTY, like the fair Hesperian Tree Beauty. Spenser. FOR shee was full of amiable Grace, And hold them backe, that would in error fall: As he that hath espide a vermeill Rose, To which sharpe Thornes, and Breeres the way forstall, Dare not for Dread his hardy Hand expose, But wishing it farr off his ydle Wish doth lose. Beauty. - Shakspeare. How like Eve's Apple doth thy Beauty grow, COULD Beauty have better commerce than with Honesty? HER Looks were like beams of the morning Sun, When first the fleecie Cattle have begun Upon their perled grass to make their feast. Beauty. Rochester. OH! she is the Pride and Glory of the World: Life, a base slavery; Empire but a mock; Beauty. — Byron. HER glossy Hair was cluster'd o'er a Brow Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth; Beauty. - Lee. Is she not brighter than a Summer's Morn, When all the Heaven is streak'd with dappled Fires, And fleck'd with Blushes like a rifled Maid? Beauty. Shakspeare. ALL Orators are dumb, when Beauty pleadeth. THE Roman Dame, Within whose face Beauty and Virtue strived But Beauty, in that White intituled, From Venus' Doves doth challenge that fair field; Their Silver Cheeks, and call'd it then their shield; When Shame assail'd, the Red should fence the White. BEAUTY is Nature's Coin, must not be hoarded, Beauty. — Byron. ER Glance how wildly beautiful! how much Hath Phoebus woo'd in vain to spoil her Cheek, Which glows yet smoother from his amorous clutch! Who round the North for paler dames would seek? How poor their forms appear! how languid, wan, and weak ! Beauty. - Spenser. YE tradeful Merchants! that with weary toil Do seek most precious things to make your gain; And both the Indias of their treasure spoil, What needeth you to seek so far in vain? For lo! my Love doth in herself contain All this World's Riches that may far be found; If Saphyrs, lo! her Eyes be Saphyrs plain; If Rubies, lo! her Lips be Rubies sound; If Pearls, her Teeth be Pearls, both pure and round; If Ivory, her Forehead Ivory ween; If Gold, her locks are finest Gold on Ground; THE Fairness of her Face no tongue can tell, For she the Daughters of all Women's Race, And Angels eke, in Beautie doth excell, Sparkled on her from God's owne glorious Face, And more increast by her owne goodly Grace, That it doth farre exceed all human Thought, Ne can on Earth compared be to ought. )! Beauty. Shakspeare. BEAUTY lives with Kindness. Beauty. Crabbe. LO! when the Buds expand the Leaves are green, FOR Beauty is the bait which with delight Of her that first did stir that mortal stownd. Beauty. — Byron. HEART on her Lips, and Soul within her Eyes. Beauty. - Shakspeare. THAT whiter skin of her's than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. |