Quotes About Appearance

she shall scant show well that now shows best.

But I have that within which passes show. these but the trappings and the suits of woe

she did lie In her pavillion--cloth-of-gold of tissue-- O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy out-work nature

Cucullus non facit monachum; that's as much to say, as I wear not motley in my brain.

I'll prove the prettier fellow of the two and wear my dagger with the braver grace

The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Where got'st thou that goose look?

Those wicked creatures yet do look well-favour'd when others are more wicked; not being the worst stands in some rank of praise.

Oh, what a world is this when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it!

What, is the jay more precious than the lark Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel Because his painted skin contents the eye?

I sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright Who art cold as Hel, as dark as night

I must to the barber's, mounsieur; for methinks I am     marvellous hairy about the face; and I am such a tender ass, if     my hair do but tickle me I must scratch.

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but whoever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?

The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest that but seem to be so; And will as tenderly be led by the nose As asses are.

Ay, truly, for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness.

Oh what man may hide inside, tho angel on the outward side.

If you were men, as men you are in show, You would not use a gentle lady so; To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.

I have great comfort from this fellow. Methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him. His complexion is perfect gallows.

Young men's love, then, lies      Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

But when in other habits you are seen –   Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen!

The apparel oft proclaims the man

Be the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it

Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors, Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens, Saints in your injuries, devils being offended, Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.

meet it is I set it down        That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;        At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. [

All that glitters is not gold Often you have heard that told.