"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport."
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Source: William Shakespeare (1835). “The Beauties of Shakspeare”, p.58
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