It adds a precious seeing to the eye;/ A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;/ A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound.

Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace!

And Sir, it is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
And let us all to meditation.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged a fire sparkling in lovers eyes, being vexed a sea nourished with lovers tears, What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a perserving sweet.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes,Bliss in our brows bent.