"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather."
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Source: William Shakespeare (2011). “Cymbeline”, p.74, Palgrave Macmillan
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