Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes
I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty
He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May.
As in a theatre, the eyes of men, after a well-graced actor leaves the stage, are idly bent on him that enters next.
Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.
Eternity was in our lips and eyes.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.