Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.
Her eyes the glowworm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
For pitty, Sir, find out that Bee Which bore my Love away I'le seek him in your Bonnet brave, I'le seek him in your eyes.
We credit most our sight; one eye doth please
Our trust farre more than ten eare-witnesses.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free,
O how that glittering taketh me!
Thou art my life, my love, my heart,
The very eyes of me:
And hast command of every part
To live and die for thee.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
It is an active flame that fliesFirst to the babies in the eyes.
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