"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings."
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Source: 1595 Richard. Richard II, act 3, sc.2, l.148-50.
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