1 Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed.
2 I remember thine eyes well enough.
3 Upon these eyes of thine I'll set my foot.
4 Her eyes are fierce; but thine Do comfort, and not burn.
5 I have no way, and therefore want no eyes; I stumbled when I saw.
6 Why, then, your other senses grow imperfect By your eyes' anguish.
7 It was great ignorance, Gloucester's eyes being out, To let him live.
8 How far your eyes may pierce I cannot tell: Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.
9 Get thee glass eyes, And like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.
10 All weary and o'erwatch'd, Take vantage, heavy eyes, not to behold This shameful lodging.
11 Gloucester, I live To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the King, And to revenge thine eyes.
12 Why, to keep one's eyes of either side's nose, that what a man cannot smell out, he may spy into.
13 Because I would not see thy cruel nails Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
14 As I stood here below, methought his eyes Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses, Horns whelk'd and waved like the enraged sea.
15 All that follow their noses are led by their eyes but blind men; and there's not a nose among twenty but can smell him that's stinking.
16 Those happy smilets That play'd on her ripe lip seem'd not to know What guests were in her eyes; which parted thence As pearls from diamonds dropp'd.
17 The jewels of our father, with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you: I know you what you are; And like a sister am most loath to call Your faults as they are nam'd.
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