God's mills grind slow, But they grind woe. - William Rounseville Alger

A gray eye is a sly eye, And roguish is a brown one;
Turn full upon me thy eye,— Ah, how its wavelets drown one!
A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one,
Which flashes like a spark-sun! A black eye is the best one.

In the nine heavens are eight Paradises;
Where is the ninth one? In the human breast.
Only the blessed dwell in th' Paradises,
But blessedness dwells in the human breast.

An Arab, by his earnest gaze, Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes;
A smile within his eyelids plays And into words his longing gushes.