"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his side to the dew-dropping south."
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Source: William Shakespeare, George Steevens (1828). “The dramatic works of William Shakespeare”, p.392
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