| Author |
Quotes |
| Cervantes Saavedra | He had a face like a benediction (blessing). |
| Christopher Marlowe | Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.-- Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies!-- |
| George Crabbe | The face the index of a feeling mind. |
| Jean Ingelow | Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away. |
| Michael Eyquen de Montaigne | You have your face bare; I am all face. |
| Oliver Goldsmith | Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face. |
| Richard Lovelace | Oh! could you view the melody Of every grace, And music of her face, You'd drop a tear, Seeing more harmony In her bright eye, Than now you hear. |
| Robert Browning | A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with. |
| Robert Burton | As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face. |
| Sir Thomas Browne | It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces there should be none alike. |
| Thomas Campion | There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow. There cherries grow that none may buy, Till cherry ripe themselves do cry. |
| Thomas Carew | The magic of a face. |
| Thomas Moore | Cheek . . . Flushing white and mellow'd red; Gradual tints, as when there glows In snowy milk the bashful rose. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this particular! Some of them speak not. They are books in which not a line is written, save perhaps a date. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | These faces in the mirrors Are but the shadows and phantoms of myself. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | The light upon her face Shines from the windows of another world. Saints only have such faces. |
| John Milton | Human face divine. |
| John Milton | In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt. |
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