Quotes about Beauty

O fairest of creation! last and best of all God's works! creature in whom excell'd whatever can to sight or thought be form'd, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defac'd, deflower'd, and now to Death devote?

And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, to the full-voiced choir below, in service high, and anthems clear as may, with sweetness, through mine ear dissolve me into ecstasies, and bring all Heaven before mine eyes.

Anon they move in perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood of flutes and soft recorders.

These my sky-robes, spun out of Iris' woof.

Meadows trim, with daisies pied, shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.

Beauty is nature's coin, must not be hoarded, But must be current, and the good thereof consists in mutual and partaken bliss.

Abash'd the Devil stood, and felt how awful goodness is, and saw virtue in her shape how lovely.

Not that fair field of Enna, where proserpin gathering flowers herself a fairer flower by gloomy dis was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain to seek her through the world.

Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

The star that bids the shepherd fold.

At whose sight all the stars hide their diminish'd heads.