With due proportion, throughout every part;
What is it but a dance where Love hath used
His finer cunning, and more curious Art?
Where all the Elements themselves impart,
And turn, and wind, and mingle with such measure
That th' eye that sees it surfeits with the pleasure.
106.
Love in the twinkling of your eyelids danceth,
Love dances in your pulses and your veins,
Love, when you sew, your needle's point advanceth,