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.
William Shakespeare, William Harness, William Gilmore Simms (1842). “The Complete Works of William Shakspeare”, p.290