"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"My dear, dear Lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation; that away Men are but gilded loan or painted clay... Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done."
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Source: 'The Merchant of Venice' (1596-8) act 3, sc. 2, l. 73
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