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The scope of an intellect is not to be measured with a tape-string, or a character deciphered from the shape or length of a nose.
— Physiognomy
The scope of an intellect is not to be measured with a tape-string, or a character deciphered from the shape or length of a nose.
[T]here is surely a Physiognomy, which those experienced and Master Mendicants observe… For there are mystically in our faces certain Characters that carry in them the motto of our Souls, wherein he that cannot read A.B.C. may read our natures.
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.
All men's faces are true, whatsome'er their hands are.
Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy faceThou show'st a noble vessel.
There's no artTo find the mind's construction in the face.
Your face, my thane, is a book where menLook like the time.
I knowe wele by thy fisnamy, thy kynd it were to stele.
Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be concealed. People talk sometimes of secret vices. There are no such things. If a wretched man has a vice, it shows itself in the lines of his mouth, the droop of his eyelids, the moulding of his hands even.
