And He that doth the ravens feed,
   Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
   Be comfort to my age!
As You, Like It, Act ii.  Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,
    Hope, and comfort from above;
  Let us each, thy peace possessing,
   Triumph in redeeming love.
Benediction.  R.S.  HAWKER.

COMPLIMENT.

   Current among men,
  Like coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.
The Princess, Pt.  II.  A. TENNYSON.

  That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
  If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act iii.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.

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

The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid. To a Lady; with a Present of Flowers.  T. TICKELL.

                         When he shall die,
  Take him and cut him out in little stars,
  And he will make the face of heaven so fine,
  That all the world will be in love with night,
  And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Romeo and Juliet, Act iii.  Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade. Sonnet XVIII.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! 
  The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
  And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
The Bride of Abydos, Canto II.  LORD BYRON.

Those curious locks so aptly twined
Whose every hair a soul doth bind.
Think not ’cause men flattering say.  T. CAREW.

And beauty draws us with a single hair. Rape of the Lock, Canto II.  A. POPE.

            When you do dance, I wish you
  A wave o’ th’ sea, that you might ever do
  Nothing but that.
Winter’s Tale, Act iv.  Sc. 4.  SHAKESPEARE.

Some asked me where the Rubies grew,
And nothing I did say,
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls.  R. HERRICK.

  Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
  Full and fair ones,—­Come and buy;
  If so be you ask me where
  They do grow, I answer, there,
  Where my Julia’s lips do smile,
  There’s the land, or cherry-isle.
Cherry Ripe.  R. HERRICK.

Where none admire, ’tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, ’tis vain to be a belle.
Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country.  LORD LYTTLETON.

Banish all compliments but single truth. Faithful Shepherdess.  BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

What honor that,
But tedious waste of time, to sit and hear
So many hollow compliments and lies.
Paradise Regained.  MILTON.

’Twas never merry world
Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
Twelfth Night, Act iii.  Sc. 1.  SHAKESPEARE.