C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Expression

There’s a language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.

Shakespeare.

But true expression, like th’ unchanging sun,
Clears and improves whate’er it shines upon;
It gilds all objects, but it alters none.

Pope.