Quotes About Appearance

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,So honor peereth in the meanest habit.

Look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under 't.

That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling Commodity,Commodity, the bias of the world.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

There are a sort of men whose visagesDo cream and mantle like a standing pond.

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

BewareOf entrance to a quarrel, but, being in,Bear 't that th' opposed may beware of thee.Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Framed to make women false.

My comfort is, that old age, that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more spoil upon my face.

And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stolen forth of Holy Writ And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

The seeming truth which cunning times put onTo entrap the wisest.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

Hamlet: His beard was grizzled, no?Horatio: It was, as I have seen it in his life,A sable silver'd.

O! what a deal of scorn looks beautifulIn the contempt and anger of his lip.

Remember who commended thy yellow stockings, and wished to see thee ever cross-gartered.

The fool multitude, that choose by show.

I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woollen.

There is no vice so simple but assumesSome mark of virtue on his outward parts.

The best in this kind are but shadows.

O, what a world of vile ill-favor'd faultsLooks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

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

But I have that within which passeth show;These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Live to be the show and gaze o' the time.

A goodly apple rotten at the heart.O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!