19. My wife, I would you had her spirit in such another; The third o’ the world is yours; which with a snaffle You may pace easy, but not such a wife. _Antony and Cleopatra._ Act ii. Scene 2. 20. A silly woman. _Henry VI._ Part III. Act i. Scene 1. ------- QUESTION V. WHAT STYLE OF BEAUTY DO YOU ADMIRE? 1. Her hair is auburn. _Two Gentlemen of Verona._ Act iv. Scene 4. 2. A sweet-faced man. _Midsummer Night’s Dream._ Act i. Scene 2. 3. She has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman. _Merry Wives of Windsor._ Act i. Scene 1. 4. Her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece. _Merchant of Venice._ Act i. Scene 1. 5. Her hair, what color? Brown, Madam: and her forehead is as low As she would wish it. _Antony and Cleopatra._ Act iii. Scene 3. 6. As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, Twinkling another counterfeited beam, So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. _Henry VI._ Part I. Act v. Scene 3. 7. A lean cheek; which you have not: a blue eye and sunken; which you have not: an unquestionable spirit; which you have not. _As You Like It._ Act iii. Scene 2. 8. Her eyes are gray as glass. _Two Gentlemen of Verona._ Act iv. Scene 4. 9. There is never a fair woman has a true face. _Antony and Cleopatra._ Act ii. Scene 6. 10. Item, two lips indifferent red; item, two gray eyes with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth. _Twelfth Night._ Act i. Scene 5. 11. She is fair, and fairer than that word,— Of wondrous virtues. _Merchant of Venice._ Act i. Scene 1. 12. Straight and slender; and as brown in hue as hazel-nuts. _Taming of the Shrew._ Act ii. Scene 1. 13. The April’s in her eyes; It is love’s spring, And these the showers to bring it on. _Antony and Cleopatra._ Act iii. Scene 2. 14. Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty. _Twelfth Night._ Act i. Scene 5. 15. Her sight did ravish; but her grace in speech, Her words y-clad with wisdom’s majesty, Makes me from wondering, fall to weeping joys, Such is the fulness of my heart’s content. _Henry VI._ Part II. Act i. Scene 1. 16. A fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth sun-burning, that never looks in his glass for love of anything he sees there. _Henry V._ Act v. Scene 2.