"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"He was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn."
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Source: William Shakespeare (1866). “The Works of William Shakespeare”, p.376
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