Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear de- Some none resist, though not exceeding ceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart ATTRACTION OF. Beauty attracts us men; but if, like an armed magnet, it is pointed with gold or silver besides, it attracts with tenfold power. ATTRIBUTES OF. fair. CRITERION of. Young. The criterion of true beauty is, that it increases on examination; of false, that it lessens. There is something, therefore, in true beauty that corresponds with the right reason, and it is not merely the creature of fancy. Greville. DANGERS OF. Grace was in all her steps, heav'n in her eye, Beauty, like ice, our footing does oetray; In every gesture dignity and love. A WITCH. Milton. Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way? Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun. DEPENDENt upon the Face. Beauty depends more upon the movement of the face, than upon the form of the features when at rest. Thus a countenance habitually under the influence of amiable feelings, acquires a beauty of the highest order, from the frequency with which such feelings are the originating causes of the movement or expressions which stamp their Ibid. character upon it. Mrs. S. C. Hall. A lavish planet reign'd when she was born, heav'n She seems more heaven's than ours. CHARMS OF. Around her shone The light of love, the purity of grace, The hearts whose softness harmonized the And, oh! that eyo was in itself a soul. Byron. DESCRIBED. Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow, Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth; Her eyebrows' shape was like the ærial bow, ⚫ Her cheek all purple with the beam of Mounting at times to a transparent glow Byron EVANESCENce of. Truth is the foundation and the reason of the perfection of beauty, for of whatever stature a thing may be, it cannot be beautiful and perfect, unless it be truly what it should be, and possess truly all that it should have. La Rochefoucauld. FRAILTY OF. Not faster in the summer's ray, The spring's frail beauty fades away, Than anguish and decay consume, The smiling virgin's rosy bloom. Some beauty's snatch'd each day, each hour; For beauty is a fleeting flower; Then how can wisdom e'er confide In beauty's momentary pride? Keats. HARMONY IN. Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning Such harmony in motion, speech and air, That without fairness, she was more than INDESCRIBABLE. For her own person, O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see INEXPRESSIBLE. Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love? Rowe. That is the best part of beauty which a picture cannot express. Bacon. Beauty has gone; but yet her mind is still As beautiful as ever. Percival. PERFECTNESS OF. That is not the most perfect beauty, which, in public, would attract the greatest observation; nor even which the statuary would admit to be a faultless piece of clay, kneaded up with blood. But that is true beauty, which has not only a substance, but a spirita beauty that we must ultimately know, justly to appreciate,-a beauty lighted up by conversation, where the mind shines, as Who hath not proved how feebly words it were, through its casket, where, in the essay, To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sight Faints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might-the majesty of loveliness? Byron. language of the poet, 'the eloquent blood spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, that we might almost say her body thought. An order and a mode of beauty, which, the more we know, the more we accuse ourselves for not having before discovered those thousand graces which bespeak, that their owner has a soul. This is Beauty, That transitory flower; even while it lasts Palls on the roving sense. when held too near, the beauty that never cloys, possessing | SOON CLOYS. All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth. POWER OF At her feet were laid The scepters of the earth, exposed on heaps, To choose where she would reign. Dryden. The holy priests gaze on her when she smiles With heav'd hands, forgetting gravity, With a malignant joy, behold such beauty Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Where most she satisfies. Ordwelling there too long; by fits it pleases, And smells at distance best; its sweets familiar By frequent converse, soon grow dull and cloy you. Jeffry. THE FIRST IN MIGHT. 'Tis the eternal law, That first in beauty should be first in might. Keats. THE MATE for. The mate for beauty should be a man and not a money chest. Bulwer. THE WEALTH of. Ye tradeful merchants! that with weary toil, Do seek most precious things to make you gaine, And both the Indies of their treasures spoil; What needeth you to seek so far in vain? For lo! my love doth in herself contain Shakespeare. All this world's riches that may far be found; Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good, Yea, put a bridle in the lion's mouth, And lead him forth as a domestic cur- Beauty is as summer fruits, which are easy to corrupt and cannot last; and for the most part it makes a dissolute youth, and an age a little out of countenance; but if it light well, it makes virtue shine and vice blush. Bacon. Beauty, without virtue, is like a flower without perfume. From the French. BED. Of sweet repose; where, by th' oblivious draught Of each sad toilsome day to peace restor'd, Unhappy mortals lose their woes awile. Thomson. A BUNDLE OF PARADOXES. Bed is a bundle of paradoxes; we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; and we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late. A LARGE. Colton. Sir Philip Sydney. BED-TIME. There should be hours for necessities, not for delights; times to repair our nature with comforting repose, and not for us to waste these times. Shakespeare. BUSY. BEE. How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower. CONTRAST IN THE. Watts. To breathe their momentary sweets and go. Look on the bee upon the wing 'mong "Tis the stainless soul within That outshines the fairest skin. Sir A. Hunt. flowers; |