"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"All things that we ordained festival Turn from their office to black funeral-- Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse; And all things change them to the contrary."
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Source: William Shakespeare (1871). “Romeo and Juliet”, p.247
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