#Beauty Quotes

“Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.”

“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?”

“For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?”

“Fair ladies, masked, are roses in their bud;Dismasked, the damask sweet commixture shown,Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.”

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”

“The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.”

“But earthlier happy is the rose distill'dThan that which withering on the virgin thornGrows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.”

“On a day - alack the day! -Love, whose month is ever May,Spied a blossom passing fairPlaying in the wanton air”

“The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.”

“Look, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east! Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tip-toe on the misty mountain-tops.”

“Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.”

“Every fair from fair sometime declines”

“O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!”

“He wears the roseOf youth upon him.”

“Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.”

“Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight; which therein works a miracle in Nature, making them lightest that wear most of it: so are those crisped snaky golden locks which make such wanton gambols with the wind upon supposed fairness, often known to be the dowry of a second head, the skull that bred them in the sepulchre.”

“For thou hast given me in this beauteous face A world of earthly blessings to my soul, If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.”

“What light through yonder window breaks?”

“How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!”

“And do so, love, yet when they have devisedWhat strainèd touches rhetoric can lend,Thou, truly fair, wert truly sympathizedIn true plain words by thy true-telling friend;And their gross painting might be better usedWhere cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.”

“Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

“These blessed candles of the night.”

“Sir, the year growing ancient,Not yet on summer's death nor on the birthOf trembling winter, the fairest flowers o' th' seasonAre our carnations and streaked gillyvors,Which some call nature's bastards.”

“Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope’s ear, Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.”

“Holy, fair, and wise is she;The heaven such grace did lend her,That she might admired be.”

“What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?”

“As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.”

“she shall scant show well that now shows best.”

“For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.”

“Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.”

“How much more doth beauty beauteous seem by that sweet ornament which truth doth give!”

“That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect,For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;The ornament of beauty is suspect,A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.”

“That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.”

“From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain and nourish all the world.”

“But pearls are fair; and the old saying is:Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.”

“Look on beauty,And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight,Which therein works a miracle in nature,Making them lightest that wear most of it.”

“Of all complexions the culled sovereignty Do meet, as at a fair, in her fair cheek, Where several worthies make one dignity, Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.”

“The moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven.”

“Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.”

“Truth needs no color; beauty, no pencil.”

“Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?”

“The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many thing by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!”

“And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.”

“The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair; A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath; But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.”

“Lawn as white as driven snow; Cyprus black as e'er was crow; Gloves as sweet as damask roses.”

“See where she comes apparelled like the spring.”

“Juliet is the east and i am the sun.”

“Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in theeCalls back the lovely April of her prime...”

“The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.”

“I know a place where the wild thyme blows, where oxlips and the nodding violet grows.”