ADMIRATION.
She is pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant, too, to think on.
Brennoralt, Act ii. SIR J. SUCKLING.
But from the hoop's bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.
Fables: The Spider and the Bee. E. MOORE.
That eagle's fate and mine are one.
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing. E. WALLER.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
The light that lies
In woman's eyes.
The time I've lost in Wooing. T. MOORE.
Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
The Fair Penitent, Act iii. Sc. 1. N. ROWE.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Faustus. C. MARLOWE.
The dimple that thy chin contains has beauty in its round
That never has been fathomed yet by myriad thoughts profound.
Odes, CXLIII. HAFIZ.
Beauty stands
In the admiration only of weak minds
Led captive. Cease to admire, and all her plumes
Fall flat and shrink into a trivial toy,
At every sudden slighting quite abashed.
Paradise Regained, Bk. II. MILTON.