Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes / And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; / Nor all that glisters, gold.

What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish?

What female heart can gold despise? / What cat's averse to fish?

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; / Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.

Trusty, dusky, vivid, true, With eyes of gold and bramble-dew, Steel-true and blade-straight, The great artificer made my mate.