Crabbe.
56. Oh what a grace is seated on his brow!
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god doth seem to set his seal
To give the world assurance of a man.
Hamlet.
57. Such beauty as great strength thinks no disgrace,
Smiles in the manly features of his face;
His large black eyes, fill'd with a spriteful light,
Shoot forth such lively and illustrious night,