Cant I anothers face commend, And to her virtues prove a friend, But instantly your forehead lours, As if her merit lessend yours? Edward Moore.The Farmer, and Spaniel, and Cat, Line 5.
O, that deceit should dwell in such a gorgeous palace! Shakespeare.Romeo and Juliet, Act III. Scene 2. (Juliet on hearing that Romeo had slain Tybalt.)
Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? Shakespeare.Romeo and Juliet, Act III. Scene 2. (Juliet on hearing that Romeo had slain Tybalt.)
Her face was like an April morn, Clad in a wintry cloud; And clay-cold was her lily hand, That held her sable shroud. Mallet.Margarets Ghost, 3 Percy Rel. 392.
Yet no cold votress of the cloister she, Warm her devotion, warm her charity; The face the index of a feeling mind, And her whole conduct rational and kind. Crabbe.Tales of the Hall, Book XVI.
Tis not thy face, though that by natures made An index to thy soul, though there displayd We see thy mind at large, and through thy skin Peeps out that courtesy which dwells within. Churchill.The Dedication.
Theres no art To find the minds construction in the face; He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust. Shakespeare.Macbeth, Act I. Scene 4. (Duncan alluding to Cawdor, whom he had executed.)
Open, candid, and generous, his heart was the constant companion of his hand, and his tongue the artless index of his mind. George Canning.Microcosm, No. XIX. 19th March, 1797.
No more can you distinguish of a man Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart. Shakespeare.King Richard III., Act III. Scene 1. (Richard to the Prince of Wales.)