1 To prison, eyes; ne'er look on liberty.
2 Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.
3 Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.
4 By giving liberty unto thine eyes; Examine other beauties.
5 I am not I if there be such an I; Or those eyes shut that make thee answer Ay.
6 By love, that first did prompt me to enquire; He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
7 Not I, unless the breath of heartsick groans Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes.
8 I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, And but thou love me, let them find me here.
9 Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes.
10 Either withdraw unto some private place, And reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
11 Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
12 Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway's eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.
13 Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content; And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies, Find written in the margent of his eyes.
14 That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less.
15 She will not stay the siege of loving terms Nor bide th'encounter of assailing eyes, Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold: O she's rich in beauty, only poor That when she dies, with beauty dies her store.
16 I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us.
17 O speak again bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
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