C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


  • There’s a language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
  • Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
  • At every joint and motive of her body.
  • Shakespeare.

  • But true expression, like th’ unchanging sun,
  • Clears and improves whate’er it shines upon;
  • It gilds all objects, but it alters none.
  • Pope.