POPE. 58. Her face is very beautiful, and mirth Is native on her lip; but ever, now, As a sweet tone delighteth her, the smile Goes melting into sadness, and the lash Droops gently to her eye, as if it knew Affection was too chaste a thing for mirth. WILLIS. 59. Have you seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touch'd it? Have you mark'd but the fall o' the snow, Before the soil hath smutch'd it? Have you felt the wool of the beaver? Or swan's-down ever? Or have smelt o' the bud of the brier? Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white! O so soft! O so sweet is she! BEN JONSON. 60. Her nose is crook'd, and turn'd outwarde, Her chin stands all awry; A worse formed lady than she is, Was never seen with eye. Her haires like serpents cling aboute Her cheekes of deadlye hewe; A worse form'd ladye than she is No man mote ever view. PERCY'S RELIQUES--_The Marriage of Sir Gawaine_. WHAT IS THE PERSONAL APPEARANCE OF HIM WHO LOVES YOU? 'Twas pretty, though a plague, To see him every hour, to sit and draw His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, In our heart's table; heart, too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favor. _All's Well That Ends Well._ I will drop in his way some obscure epistle of love; wherein, by the color of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. _Twelfth Night._ WHAT IS THE PERSONAL APPEARANCE OF HIM WHO LOVES YOU? 1. On his bold visage middle age Has slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet has not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth. SCOTT--_Lady of the Lake_. 2. He is young And eminently beautiful, and life Mantles in eloquent fulness on his lip, And sparkles in his glance, and in his mien There is a gracious pride that every eye Follows with benisons. WILLIS. 3. He hath but a little wee face, with a little yellow beard. _Merry Wives of Windsor._ 4. The high-born eye, That checks low mirth, but lacks not courtesy. BYRON--_Corsair_. 5. Locks jet black, and clustering round a face Open as day, and full of manly daring. ROGERS--_Italy_. 6. His face is keen as is the wind That cuts along the hawthorn fence, A motley air Of courage and of impudence. WORDSWORTH.