Quotes About Disguise

Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.

I am not an actress. I am a mistress of disguise. Acting happens to be one of the perks

A red nose is the clown's mask and my moustache is mine.

The hell of it, Miss- Is your name Wonderly or Leblanc?' She blushed and murmured: 'It's really O'Shaughnessy - Brigid O'Shaughnessy

That's what it was. He wasn't any more Wynant than I am. You know how it is: we told the Philly police he'd sent a wire from there and broadcasted his description, and for the next week anybody that's skinny and maybe got whiskers is Wynant to half of the State of Pennsylvania.

both because of the cold and also to help hide his face.

But you can gift wrap a piece of shit and it's still a piece of shit.

Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.

Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

The Devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.

Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion

Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.

Hide not thy poison with such sugar'd words

I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

When devils will the blackest sins put on They do suggest at first with heavenly shows

Away and mark the time with fairest show, False face must hide what false heart doth know.

Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? Sleeping or waking, mad or well-advised? Known unto these, and to myself disguised? I'll say as they say, and persever so, And in this mist at all adventures go.

I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded fellow speaks it; knavery cannot, sure, hide himself in such reverence.

Nay! Faith, let me not play a woman! I have a beard coming!

O' what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!

Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness,/ Wherein the...enemy does much.