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The big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase.

      — As You Like It, Act II Scene 1

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1

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Ferdinand

1591

By heaven, thy love is black as ebony.

2

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Biron

1592

Is ebony like her? O wood divine!
A wife of such wood were felicity.
O, who can give an oath? where is a book?
That I may swear beauty doth beauty lack,
If that she learn not of her eye to look:
No face is fair that is not full so black.

3

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Ferdinand

1598

O paradox! Black is the badge of hell,
The hue of dungeons and the suit of night;
And beauty's crest becomes the heavens well.

4

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Biron

1601

Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
O, if in black my lady's brows be deck'd,
It mourns that painting and usurping hair
Should ravish doters with a false aspect;
And therefore is she born to make black fair.
Her favour turns the fashion of the days,
For native blood is counted painting now;
And therefore red, that would avoid dispraise,
Paints itself black, to imitate her brow.

5

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Dumain

1610

To look like her are chimney-sweepers black.

6

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Maria

2776

At the twelvemonth's end
I'll change my black gown for a faithful friend.

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