"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile."
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Source: 'As You Like It' (1599) act 2, sc. 1, l. 2
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