O world, how apt the poor are to be proud! >>
O, call back yesterday, bid time return. >>
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today that sheds his >>
Remember if you marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life fo >>
Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder >>
How goodness heightens beauty! >>
Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly; a flower that dies when it begins to bud; a doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour. -