Quotes About Beauty

Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me,And turn his merry noteUnto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither:Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.

The self-same sun that shines upon his courtHides not his visage from our cottage, butLooks on alike.

The lark, the herald of the morn.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye.

The glowworm shows the matin to be near,And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

I must go seek some dew drops here,And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Since once I sat upon a promontory,And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's backUttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,That the rude sea grew civil at her song,And certain stars shot madly from their spheresTo hear the sea-maid's music.

He wears the roseOf youth upon him.

These trees shall be my books.

See, where she comes apparell'd like the spring.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

To be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature.

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet growsQuite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:There sleeps Titania some time of the night,Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.

Make me a willow cabin at your gate,And call upon my soul within the house.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

He hath a daily beauty in his life.

Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye,Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues.

Lawn as white as driven snow.

Come unto these yellow sands,And then take hands:Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd—The wild waves whist,—Foot it featly here and there.

Charm ache with air and agony with words.

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

If ladies be but young and fair,They have the gift to know it.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red:If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.