Some asked me where the Rubies grew,
And nothing I did say,
But with my finger pointed to
The lips of Julia.
The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls. R. HERRICK.
Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones,—Come and buy;
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer, there,
Where my Julia's lips do smile,
There's the land, or cherry-isle.
Cherry Ripe. R. HERRICK.
Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.
Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country. LORD LYTTLETON.
Banish all compliments but single truth.
Faithful Shepherdess. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.
What honor that,
But tedious waste of time, to sit and hear
So many hollow compliments and lies.
Paradise Regained. MILTON.
'Twas never merry world
Since lowly feigning was called compliment.
Twelfth Night, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
CONCEIT.
'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none
Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Essay on Criticism, Pt. I. A. POPE.
To observations which ourselves we make,
We grow more partial for the observer's sake.
Moral Essays, Epistle I. A. POPE.
In men this blunder still you find,
All think their little set mankind.
Florio, Pt. I. HANNAH MORE.