“Twas Beauty that killed the beast!”

Songs and Sonnets (1633), The Good-Morrow
Context: p>I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.</p

Source: Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins

Il ne faut jamais
Vendre la peau de l'ours qu'on ne l'ait mis par terre.
Book V (1668), fable 20.
Fables (1668–1679)

Variant: Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!
Source: Lord of the Flies (1954), Ch. 9: A View to a Death

Act 11, sc. 2
The Devil and the Good Lord (1951)

"Anactoria", line 115.
Poems and Ballads (1866-89)

Lyrics

Hérodiade.
Hérodiade (1898)
Context: A kiss would kill me, woman,
If beauty were not death...
By what attraction
Am I drawn, what morn forgotten by the prophets
That pours on the dying distance its sad rites?