"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon as done."
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Source: 'Troilus And Cressida' (1602) act 3, sc. 3, l. 145
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