Love in her sunny eyes does basking play;

Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair;

Love does on both her lips for ever stray;

And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.

In all her outward parts

Love's always seen;

But, oh, he never went within.

by Abraham Cowley (1618–67), English poet and essayist, in The Mistress: or…Love Verses  (1647) ‘The Change’