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Quotes About Beauty

As well a well-wrought urn becomesThe greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs.
~ John Donne
No spring nor summer's beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one Autumnal face....
~ John Donne
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,And true plain hearts do in the faces rest,Where can we find two better hemispheresWithout sharp North, without declining West?
~ John Donne
I am a little world made cunninglyOf elements, and an angelic sprite.
~ John Donne
Her pure, and eloquent bloodSpoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought,That one might almost say, her body thought.
~ John Donne
No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace,As I have seen in one autumnal face.
~ John Donne
And swearNo whereLives a woman true, and fair.
~ John Donne
But he who loveliness withinHath found, all outward loathes,For he who color loves, and skin,Loves but their oldest clothes.
~ John Donne
The AlphabetOf flowers.
~ John Donne
A bracelet of bright hair about the bone.
~ John Donne
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
~ John Donne
GO AND CATCH A FALLING STAR.
~ John Donne
Thou, sun, art half as happy as we.
~ John Donne
We recognise in the finished art, which is the result of these conditions, the best words in the best order - poetry and to put this essential poetry into different classes is impossible.
~ John Drinkwater
Beauty is nothing else but a just accord and mutual harmony of the members, animated by a healthful constitution.
~ John Dryden
All heiresses are beautiful.
~ John Dryden
For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.
~ John Dryden
And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.
~ John Dryden
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
~ John Dryden
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
~ John Dryden
Your Cleopatra; Dolabella's Cleopatra; every man's Cleopatra.
~ John Dryden
This is the porcelain clay of humankind.
~ John Dryden
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
~ John Dryden
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
~ John Dryden