But from the hoop’s bewitching round,
  Her very shoe has power to wound.
Fables:  The Spider and the Bee.  E. MOORE.

  That eagle’s fate and mine are one. 
    Which, on the shaft that made him die,
  Espied a feather of his own,
    Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing.  E. WALLER.

  See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! 
  O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
  That I might touch that cheek!
Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  The light that lies
  In woman’s eyes.
The time I’ve lost in Wooing.  T. MOORE.

  Is she not more than painting can express,
  Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
The Fair Penitent, Act iii. Sc. 1.  N. ROWE.

O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Faustus.  C. MARLOWE.

The dimple that thy chin contains has beauty in its round
That never has been fathomed yet by myriad thoughts profound.
Odes, CXLIII.  HAFIZ.

                      Beauty stands
  In the admiration only of weak minds
  Led captive.  Cease to admire, and all her plumes
  Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy,
  At every sudden slighting quite abashed.
Paradise Regained, Bk.  II.  MILTON.

ADORNMENT.

The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven’s sweetest air.
Sonnet LXX.  SHAKESPEARE.

A native grace
Sat fair-proportioned in her polished limbs,
Veiled in a simple robe their best attire. 
Beyond the pomp of dress; for loveliness
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is, when unadorned, adorned the most.
The Seasons:  Autumn.  J. THOMSON.

She’s adorned
Amply that in her husband’s eye looks lovely,—­
The truest mirror that an honest wife
Can see her beauty in.
The Honeymoon, Act iii.  Sc. 4.  J. TOBIN.

Terrible he rode alone,
With his Yemen sword for aid;
Ornament it carried none,
But the notches on the blade.
The Death Feud.  An Arab War Song. 
Anonymous Translation.

ADVENTURE.

Naught venture, naught have. Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry.  October’s Abstract.  T. TUSSER.

    We must take the current when it serves,
  Or lose our ventures.
Julius Caesar, Act iv.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

Fierce warres, and faithful loves shall moralize my song. Faerie Queene, Bk.  I. Proem.  E. SPENSER.

  Send danger from the east unto the west,
  So honor cross it from the north to south,
  And let them grapple:  O! the blood more stirs
  To rouse a lion than to start a hare!

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