the eye as the window of the heart, into which true love looks to see the image of his soul:—
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,
What humble suit attends the answer there.
This poet of Nature and Nature's God; of Time, whose rolled pandect he peereth into, and of all eternities and eternals, has given a few words descriptive of the poet's eye. That highly quickened and rapturous sight can only yield delight to the intellectual and spiritual:—
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing,
A local habitation and a name.
May we make one more quotation for the young, for we would assure the young they may trust true love; it will ennoble, purify, and set up idealities in the soul, which will elevate the mind. It will attract from low and unworthy purposes, and give life and zest to the purest parts of our nature. The mean, selfish, and sensual will not understand this:—
But love first learned in a lady's eye,
Lives not immured in the brain;
But with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices;
It adds a precious seeing to the eye.
This magician, in the Winter's Tale, observes.—
He says he loves my daughter,
I think so too, for never gazed the moon
Upon the water, as he'll stand and read,
As 'twere my daughter's eyes.
In his Romeo and Juliet, he compares the spheres of
