Set your heart at rest. The fairyland buys not the child of me.
They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
Speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.
"Fair, kind, and true" is all my argument, "Fair, kind, and true" varying to other words; And in this change is my invention spent, Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
The arms are fair, When the intent of bearing them is just.
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden.
Is she kind as she is fair?
If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit, The one's for use, the other useth it.
I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair, and labour'd much How to forget that learning; but, sir, now It did me yeoman's service.
Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.
Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love.
What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?
Come, go with us, speak fair; you may salve so, Not what is dangerous present, but the los Of what is past.
To this urn let those repair That are either true or fair; For these dead birds sigh a prayer.
Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no discourse to your beauty.
Virtuous and fair, royal and gracious.
And she's fair I love.
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.
Now the fair goddess, Fortune, Fall deep in love with thee, and her great charms Misguide thy opposers' swords!
Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter.
Faults that are rich are fair.
Discharge my followers; let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbrooke's fair day.
Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond...
He is half of a blessed man. Left to be finished by such as she; and she a fair divided excellence, whose fullness of perfection lies in him.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:Hover through the fog and filthy air.
An enterprise, when fairly once begun, should not be left till all that ought is won.
Speak me fair in death.
So fair and foul a day i had not seen.
Was ever book containing such vile matterSo fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwellIn such a gorgeous palace!
Forbear to sleep the nights, and fast the days; Compare dead happiness with living woe; Think that thy babes were fairer than they were, And he that slew them fouler than he is: Bettering thy loss makes the bad causer worse: Revolving this will teach
These high wild hills and rough uneven waysDraw out our miles and make them wearisome;But yet your fair discourse hath been as sugar,Making the hard way sweet and delectable.
She that was ever fair and never proud,Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs?
Faint heart never won fair maid.
But what's so blessed-fair that fears no blot? Thou mayst be false, and yet I know it not.
Be merry, and employ your chiefest thoughts To courtship and such fair ostents of love As shall conveniently become you there.
But since the affairs of men rests still incertain, Let's reason with the worst that may befall.
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.