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)