Compliment Supreme
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise.
–Sonnet LXXXII (82)

Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise.
–Sonnet LXXXII (82)

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good;
a shining gloss that fadeth suddenly;
a flower that dies when first it ‘gins to bud.
— The Passionate Pilgrim

The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
–Measure for Measure,
Act III, Scene i

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
–Sonnet LIV (54)

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety.
–Antony and Cleopatra,
Act II, Scene ii

Women will love her, that she is a woman
More worth than any man; men, that she is
The rarest of all women.
— The Winter’s Tale,
Act V, Scene i

But then there was a star danced,
and under that was I born.
–Much Ado About Nothing,
Act II, Scene i