Midsummer Night's Dream.
46. Dark deep eyes, and lips
Whose motions gift the air they breathe with love.
Shelley.
47. Full long are both his spindle-shanks, and lean
Just like a walking-stick—no calf is seen.
Chaucer.
48. Faster than his tongue
Doth make offence, his eye doth heal it up.
As You Like It.