L'on a beau se cacher a' soi-me" me, l'on aime toujours. We vainly conceal from ourselves the fact that we are always in love.
I love wearing a lot of color, and I am majorly into scarves. I'm the Beau Brummell of Fleetwood Mac, no doubt.
Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.
Girl, there ain't a boy in this town who can hold a candle to Beau Vincent with his shirt off.
This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal.
I am a beau in nothing but my books.
A young man with a very good past. [Fr. , Un jeune homme d'un bien beau passe. ]