1 I have a reasonable good ear in music.
2 Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note.
3 I must go seek some dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
4 Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
5 My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
6 The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
7 Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, It pays the hearing double recompense.
8 Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
9 My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-knee'd and dewlap'd like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.