But love, first learned in a lady’s eyes,
Lives not along immured in the brain;
but, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices,
It adds a precious seeing to the eye;
A lover’s eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover’s ear 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 snails;
Love’s tongue proves dainty Bacchs gross in taste:
For valour, is no Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical
Asbright 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 pen to write
Until his ink were temper’d with Love’s sighs;
O, then his lines would ravish savage earsAnd plant in tyrants mild humility.
-William Shakespeare, Love Labor's Lost