How it lives and what it likes;
So in highest grace regard it,
Or in lowest scorn discard it.
The Passionate Shepherd.
Those eyes that hold the hand of every heart,
That hand that holds the heart of every eye,
That wit that goes beyond all Nature's art,
The sense too deep for Wisdom to descry;
That eye, that hand, that wit, that heavenly sense
Doth show my only mistress' excellence.