Your self a slave to the base Lord of love,
Begot of Fancy and of Beauty borne?
And what is Beauty? a mere Quintessence
Whose life is not in being, but in seeming;
And therefore is not to all eyes the same,
But like a cozening picture, which one way
Shews like a crow, another like a Swan
And upon what ground is this Beauty drawne?
Upon a woman, a most brittle creature,
And would to god (for my part) that were all.
By Rynaldo, the younger,
in All Fools (1.1.42-51),
George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 700
–the comfort of two hearts
In one delicious harmony united?
As to joy one joy, and think both one thought,
Live both one life and therein double life:
To see their soules met at an enter-view
In their bright eyes, at parle in their lippes
Their language kisses– and t’observe the rest
touches embraces–
By Valerio,
in All Fools (1.1.112-19),
George Chapman
in Bodleian Library MS English miscellaneous d. 28, col. 700