He says, he loves my daughter;  
  I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon  
  Upon the water, as he'll stand and read,  
  As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain,  
  I think, there is not half a kiss to choose,  
  Who loves another best.
The Works of Shakespeare: The merchant of Venice. As you like it. Love's labour's lost. The winter's tale (ed. 1767)























