Who is Silvia? What is she, / That all our swains commend her? / Holy, fair, and wise is she.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old. For as you were when first your eye I eyed, such seems your beauty still.

He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;Exceedingly wise, fair-spoken and persuading;Lofty and sour to them that loved him not;But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.

Farewell, fair cruelty.

Every fair from fair sometime declines