Two are the looks of her eye: one of them tortureth the heart, but the other is the balm that healeth it.

The furtive lightning glance that is turned on the lover the moment that his eyes are turned aside, is not merely the half of love: it is more than a moiety.46

She looked, and then she bowed: that was the watering of the young plant of love that was springing between us.

When I look at her, she looketh at the ground: but when I look away, she looketh on me and solely smileth.

She doth not seem to see me, it is true: but she smileth to me the while she affecteth but to wink an eye.

Though they feign to speak as strangers, the words of the loving will be seen through in an instant.

The halfhearted reproach and the offended look are the marks of those who pretend to spurn but who really love us in their hearts.

The slender-shaped maid melteth to see my imploring look and softly smileth: and the gentle smile giveth her an added grace.

It is only in lovers’ eyes that one can see the look of absolute unconcern, as if they were perfect strangers.

When eyes speak their consent to eyes, the words of the mouth are quite superfluous.