"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather."
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Source: 'As You Like It' (1599) act 2, sc. 5, l. 1
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