55. A fop complete, He stalks the jest and glory of the street. CRABBE. 56. Oh what a grace is seated on his brow! A combination and a form indeed, Where every god doth seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man. _Hamlet._ 57. Such beauty as great strength thinks no disgrace, Smiles in the manly features of his face; His large black eyes, fill'd with a spriteful light, Shoot forth such lively and illustrious night, As the sunbeams on jet reflecting show; His hair is black, in short curl'd waves doth flow; His tall, straight body amid thousands stands, Like some fair pine o'erlooking all the lands. COWLEY--_Davideis_. 58. He witches the world with noble horsemanship, And vaults into his saddle with such ease, As if an angel dropt down from the clouds To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus. _Henry IV._ 59. A stalwart, active, soldier-looking stripling, Handsome as Hercules ere his first labor, And with a brow of thought beyond his years When in repose, till his eye kindles up, In answering yours. BYRON--_Werner_. 60. His face is dark, but very quiet; It seems like looking down the dusky mouth Of a great cannon. JOHN STERLING--_Strafford_. WHAT IS THE CHARACTER OF YOUR LADY-LOVE? Look at her, whoe'er Thou be that kindlest with a Poet's soul Intensely----from imagination take The treasure; what mine eyes behold see thou, Even though the Atlantic Ocean roll between. WORDSWORTH. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination; And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving, delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul. _Much Ado About Nothing._ WHAT IS THE CHARACTER OF YOUR LADY-LOVE? 1. Her body's matchless form Is better'd by the pureness of her mind. MASSINGER. 2. She's made of those rare elements that now and then appear, As if removed by accident into a lesser sphere, Forever reaching up and on to life's sublimer things, As if they had been used to track the universe with wings. WILLIS. 3. This reasoning maid, above her sex's dread, Has dared to read, and dares to say she read. CRABBE. 4. Her smile so soft, her heart so kind, Her voice for pity's tones so fit, All speak her woman;--but her mind Lifts her where bards and sages sit. DR. BROWN. 5. A perfect woman, nobly plann'd, To warn, to comfort, and command, And yet a spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.