We must not stint
Our necessary actions, in the fear
To cope malicious censurers.
King Henry VIII., Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
That light we see is burning in my hall.
How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Merchant of Venice, Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill.
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
An Honest Man's Fortune. J. FLETCHER.
ADMIRATION.
She is pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant, too, to think on.
Brennoralt, Act ii. SIR J. SUCKLING.
But from the hoop's bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.
Fables: The Spider and the Bee. E. MOORE.
That eagle's fate and mine are one.
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing. E. WALLER.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
The light that lies
In woman's eyes.
The time I've lost in Wooing. T. MOORE.
Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
The Fair Penitent, Act iii. Sc. 1. N. ROWE.