paint (n.)

paint (v.)

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

But who can paint

Like Nature? Can imagination boast,

Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?

James Thomson (1700-1748): The Seasons. Spring. Line 465.

The lion is not so fierce as they paint him.

George Herbert (1593-1632): Jacula Prudentum.

To those who know thee not, no words can paint!

And those who know thee, know all words are faint!

Hannah More (1745-1833): Sensibility.

When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.

Reginald Heber (1783-1826): Seventh Sunday after Trinity.

To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,

To throw a perfume on the violet,

To smooth the ice, or add another hue

Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light

To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,

Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King John. Act iv. Sc. 2.

When daisies pied and violets blue,

And lady-smocks all silver-white,

And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue

Do paint the meadows with delight,

The cuckoo then, on every tree,

Mocks married men.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2.

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Eloisa to Abelard. Last line.

And those that paint them truest praise them most.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719): The Campaign. Last line.

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paint (n.)

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