"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself."
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Source: William Shakespeare (2009). “Four Tragedies: Hamlet, Othello, King Lear, Macbeth”, p.892, Bantam Classics
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