39. In that fair stand, his forehead, Love still bends His double bow, and round his arrows sends; In that tall grove, his hair, those globy rings He flying curls, and crispeth with his wings. BEN JONSON. 40. He's fat, and scant o' breath. _Hamlet._ 41. Lordly look'd and lordly limb'd is he,-- A frame of iron, a right arm long and stark, A rough, loud voice, a visage somedale dark, A heart which soars as dangers soar, and ne'er Sinks save in peace. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. 42. Tall is his frame, his forehead high, Still and mysterious is his eye; His look is like a wintry day When storms and winds have sunk away. HOGG--_Queen's Wake_. 43. He chats like popinjay, And struts with phiz tremendously erect. TENNENT--_Anster Fair_. 44. His large fair front, and eye sublime, declare Absolute rule, and hyacinthine locks, Round from his parted forelock, manly hang Clustering. MILTON--_Paradise Lost_. 45. A sweet-faced man; a proper man as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, gentleman-like man. _Midsummer Night's Dream._ 46. Dark deep eyes, and lips Whose motions gift the air they breathe with love. SHELLEY. 47. Full long are both his spindle-shanks, and lean Just like a walking-stick--no calf is seen. CHAUCER. 48. Faster than his tongue Doth make offence, his eye doth heal it up. _As You Like It._ 49. His eyes are like the eagle's, yet sometimes Liker the dove's; and at his will he wins All hearts with softness, or with spirit awes. HOME--_Douglass_. 50. There's a cold bearing, And grave, severe aspect about the man, That makes our spirits pay him such respect, As though he dwelt 'neath age's silvery pent-house, Despite his unripe years. FANNY KEMBLE. 51. Young and fair, Yet a man;--with crisped hair, Cast in thousand snares and rings For Love's fingers, and his wings: Chesnut color, or more slack Gold, upon a ground of black. BEN JONSON. 52. A brow half martial, and half diplomatic, An eye upsoaring like an eagle's wings. HALLECK. 53. He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth; He writes verses, he speaks holiday, He smells April and May. _Merry Wives of Windsor._ 54. 'Tis not his talent to conceal his thoughts, And carry smiles and sunshine in his face, When discontent sits heavy at his heart. ADDISON--_Cato_.