"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, th' ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!"
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Source: 'Othello' (1602-4) act 3, sc. 3, l. 346
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