"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form"
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Source: 'King John' (1591-8) act 3, sc. 4, l. 93
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