"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds, Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds."
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Source: William Shakespeare (1843). “The Poems of William Shakspere: With Facts Connected with His Life”, p.42
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