You use them so that 'tis as though they had shapes of their own and colours, and you builded with them.

I thank you for being so gracious to me, who have seen so little, and cannot tell the poor, quiet things I have seen." And being led into the loving boldness by her gratitude, she bent forward and touched with her lips the fair hand resting on the chair's arm.
Mistress Clorinda fixed her fine eyes upon her in a new way.
"I' faith, it doth not seem fair, Anne," she said.

"I should not like to change lives with thee.

Thou hast eyes like a shot pheasant--soft, and with the bright hid beneath the dull.

Some man might love them, even if thou art no beauty.