So mote I brouke wel myne eyen tweye, Saue ye I herde neuere man so synge. — Chaucer, 1390 While flashing beams do daze his feeble eyen. — Spenser, The Fairie Queen 1897, William Morris, “Chapter VII. Birdalone Hath an Adventure in the Wood”, in The Water of the Wondrous Isles, Fantasy, Project Gutenberg, published 2005 : But well are thine eyen set in thy head, wide apart, well opened, . . .
