1 Those are pearls that were his eyes.
2 Thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
3 It is a hint That wrings mine eyes to 't.'
4 At the first sight They have changed eyes.
5 As mine eyes opened, I saw their weapons drawn.
6 Myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld The King my father wracked.
7 --Holy Gonzalo, honorable man, Mine eyes, e'en sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.
8 Incite them to quick motion, for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art.
9 The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim A matter from thee, and a birth indeed Which throes thee much to yield.
10 I perceive these lords At this encounter do so much admire That they devour their reason, and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Are natural breath.
11 Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an African, Where she at least is banished from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on 't.'
12 We were dead of sleep And--how, we know not--all clapped under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awaked, straightway at liberty, Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship, our master Cap'ring to eye her.