Eye of the Beholder
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act II, Scene i

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act II, Scene i

Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue!
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene ii

Your wit’s too hot, it speeds too fast, ‘twill tire.
—Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act II, Scene i

At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act I, Scene i

Your wit makes wise things foolish…your capacity
Is of that nature that to your huge store
Wise things seem foolish and rich things but poor.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene ii

Thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene i

They have been at a great feast of languages,
and stolen the scraps.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene i