Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
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It adds a precious seeing to the eye.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
As sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;[56:1]
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: