Who the silent man can prize,
  If a fool he be or wise? 
  Yet, though lonely seem the wood,
  Therein may lurk the beast of blood;
  Often bashful looks conceal
  Tongue of fire and heart of steel;
  And deem not thou in forest gray,
  Every dappled skin thy prey,
  Lest thou rouse, with luckless spear,
  The tiger for the fallow-deer!
The Gulistan.  BISHOP HEBER.

    HORATIO.  I saw him once:  he was a goodly king. 
    HAMLET.  He was a man, take him for all in all,
  I shall not look upon his like again.
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

  On his bold visage middle age
  Had slightly pressed his signet sage,
  Yet had not quenched the open truth,
  And fiery vehemence of youth;
  Forward and frolic glee was there,
  The will to do, the soul to dare,
  The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire
  Of hasty love or headlong ire.
The Lady of the Lake, Canto I.  SIR W. SCOTT.

  Mislike me not for my complexion,
  The shadowed livery of the burnished sun,
  To whom I am a neighbor, and near bred. 
  Bring me the fairest creature northward born,
  Where Phoebus’ fire scarce thaws the icicles,
  And let us make incision for your love,
  To prove whose blood is reddest, his or mine.
Merchant of Venice, Act ii. Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Incensed with indignation Satan stood
  Unterrified, and like a comet burned,
  That fires the length of Ophiucus huge
  In th’ arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
  Shakes pestilence and war.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  II.  MILTON.

  Look here, upon this picture, and on this;
  The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. 
  See, what a grace was seated on this brow: 
  Hyperion’s curls; the front of Jove himself;
  An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
  A station like the herald Mercury,
  New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
  A combination, and a form, indeed,
  Where every god did seem to set his seal,
  To give the world assurance of a man.
Hamlet, Act iii. Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

Ay, every inch a king.
King Lear, Act iv.  Sc. 6.  SHAKESPEARE.

ARCHITECTURE.

                       When we mean to build,
  We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
  And when we see the figure of the house,
  Then must we rate the cost of the erection.
Henry IV., Pt.  II.  Act i.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

The hasty multitude
Admiring entered, and the work some praise,
And some the architect:  his hand was known
In heaven by many a towered structure high,
Where sceptred angels held their residence,
And sat as princes.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  I.  MILTON.

  Old houses mended,
  Cost little less than new, before they’re ended.
Prologue to the Double Gallant. .  C. GIBBER.