Act 4 Scene 3
Berowne:
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ea r will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd:
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockl'd snail s;
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gro ss in taste:
For valour, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
S ubtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair:
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper'd wit h Love's sighs;
O, then his lines would ravish savage ears
And plant in tyrants mild humility.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world.
~William Shakespeare
Berowne:
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ea r will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd:
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockl'd snail s;
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gro ss in taste:
For valour, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
S ubtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair:
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Never durst poet touch a pen to write
Until his ink were temper'd wit h Love's sighs;
O, then his lines would ravish savage ears
And plant in tyrants mild humility.
From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academes,
That show, contain and nourish all the world.
~William Shakespeare