Theres a language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks. Shakespeare.Troilus and Cressida, Act IV. Scene 5. (Ulysses to Nestor on the grace of Cressida.)
See where she comes, appareld like the spring, Graces her subjects. Shakespeare.Pericles, Act I. Scene 1. (Pericles on seeing the daughter of Antiochus.)
As prodigal of all dear grace As Nature was in making graces dear, When she did starve the general world beside, And prodigally gave them all to you. Shakespeare.Loves Labours Lost, Act II. Scene 1. (Boyet to the Princess of France.)
1. For grace thou wilt have none. 2. Whatnone? 1. No, by my troth! not so much as will serve to be prologue to an egg and butter. Shakespeare.King Henry IV., Part I. Act I. Scene 2. (Falstaff and Prince Henry.)