"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!"
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Source: 1596-7 Henry IV Part One, act 2, sc.5, l.245-52.
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