Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye

I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.

Which means she to deceive, father or mother?

When the sea was calm all ships alike showed mastership in floating.