"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes."
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Source: William Shakespeare (1858). “The Plays of Shakespeare”, p.4
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