Joy had the like conception in our eyes, And, at that instant, like a babe, sprung up. _Timon of Athens, Act I., Sc. II._
Look in my eyes, my blushing fair, Thou’lt see thyself reflected there; As I gaze on thine, I see Two little miniatures of me. Thus in our looks some propagation lies, For we make babies in each other’s eyes. _Tom Moore._
When a young lady wrings you by the hand, thus, Or with an amorous touch presses your foot; Looks babies in your eyes, plays with your locks. * * * * * _Massinger—Renegado. Act II., Sc. IV._
It has been a view long held that the height of the forehead is an index of the intellectual character of the individual. Shakespeare has referred to this in several plays.
We shall lose our time, And all be turn’d to barnacles, or to apes, With foreheads villainous low. _Tempest, Act IV., Sc. I._
Ay, but her forehead’s low, as mine’s as high. _Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act IV., Sc. IV._
_Cleopatra._ Bear’st thou her face in mind? is’t long or round? _Messenger._ Round, even to faultiness. _Cleopatra._ For the most part too, They are foolish that are so. Her hair, what colour? _Messenger._ Brown, madame, and her forehead As low as you would wish it. _Antony and Cleopatra, Act III., Sc. III._
The old superstition that much hair on the head indicated a want of intellect is alluded to in Two Gentlemen of Verona.
_Speed._ Item, _she hath more hair than wit_. _Laun._ More hair than wit,—it may be; I’ll prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit is more than the wit; for the greater hides the less. _Act III., Sc. I._
_Ant. S._ Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement? _Dro. S._ Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts; and what he hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit. _Ant. S._ Why, but there’s many a man hath more hair than wit. _Dro. S._ Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair. _Ant. S._ Why, thou did’st conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit. _Comedy of Errors, Act II., Sc. II._
This great voluminous pamphlet may be said To be like one that hath more hair than head; More excrement than body: trees which sprout With broadest leaves have still the smallest fruit. _Suckling—Aglaura._