How like a fawning publican he looks!

He reads much;He is a great observer, and he looksQuite through the deeds of men.

For she had eyes and chose me.

Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from their books;But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

When Fortune means to men most good,She looks upon them with a threatening eye.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.