Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you.
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.