To catch weak women's eyes.
Dryden—All for Love.
39. In that fair stand, his forehead, Love still bends
His double bow, and round his arrows sends;
In that tall grove, his hair, those globy rings
He flying curls, and crispeth with his wings.
Ben Jonson.
40. He's fat, and scant o' breath.
Hamlet.
41. Lordly look'd and lordly limb'd is he,—