“You cannot see my face, for no man can see me and live.” Jehovah said further: “Here is a place near me. Station yourself on the rock. When my glory is passing by, I will place you in a crevice of the rock, and I will shield you with my hand until I have passed by. After that I will take my hand away, and you will see my back. But my face may not be seen.
Randy Montana, "1,000 Faces" from the 2016 album "Randy Montana". As quoted in: The Swift Agency (undated): The Speak Now Tour Arm Lyrics. Archivedfromthe original on May 15, 2024.
If you're gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty.
There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow. There cherries grow that none may buy, Till cherry ripe themselves do cry.
Campion claims these in note To Reader, Fourth Book of Airs. Arber in English Garner, follows original. Attributed to Richard Allison by W. D. Adams, Frederick Locker-Lampson, Charles Mackay. To Campion by Ernest Rhys, A. H. Bullen.
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers, would drift away.
A face that had a story to tell. How different faces are in this particular! Some of them speak not. They are books in which not a line is written, save perhaps a date.
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.— Her lips suck forth my soul; see, where it flies!—
Vous avez bien la face descouverte; moi je suis tout face.
You have your face bare; I am all face.
Michel de Montaigne, Essays, Volume I, Chapter XXXV. Answer of a naked beggar who was asked whether he was not cold. Same in Fuller, Worthies. Berkshire, p. 82. 3rd Ed. (1662).
Cheek * * * Flushing white and mellow'd red; Gradual tints, as when there glows In snowy milk the bashful rose.
If to her share some female errors fall Look on her face, and you'll forget 'em all.
Alexander Pope, The Rape of the Lock (1712), Canto II, line 17.
Lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.
Psalms, IV. 6.
A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, Continuall comfort in a face The lineaments of Gospell bookes.
Matthew Royden, Elegie: or a Friend's Passion for his Astrophill (Sir Philip Sidney).
On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quenched the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth; Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.
Walter Scott, Lady of the Lake (1810), Canto I, Stanza 21.
Sea of upturned faces.
Walter Scott, Rob Roy, Volume II, Chapter XX. Daniel Webster. Speech. Sept. 30, 1842.
In thy face I see thy fury: if I longer stay We shall begin our ancient bickerings.
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene (1589-96), Book I, Canto III, Stanza 4.
Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison; (Who sees them is undone); For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Cath'rine pear, (The side that's next the Sun).
Sir John Suckling, A Ballad Upon a Wedding, Stanza 10.
Her face is like the Milky Way i' the sky,— A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
White rose in red rose-garden Is not so white; Snowdrops, that plead for pardon And pine for fright Because the hard East blows Over their maiden vows, Grow not as this face grows from pale to bright.