Where is any author in the world teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?—Shakespeare.
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.—Shakespeare.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.—Tennyson.
The eyes have one language everywhere.—George Herbert.
Glances are the first billets-doux of love.—Ninon de L'Enclos.
F.
Face.—A February face, so full of frost, of storms, and cloudiness.—Shakespeare.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.—Byron.
A girl of eighteen imagines the feelings behind the face that has moved her with its sympathetic youth, as easily as primitive people imagined the humors of the gods in fair weather: what is she to believe in, if not in this vision woven from within?—George Eliot.
The worst of faces still is a human face.—Lavater.