"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound; And through this distemperature we see The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose."
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Source: 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' (1595-6) act 2, sc. 1, l. 103
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