"The Eyes are the window to your soul"
"whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm. yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die."
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Source: William Shakespeare, Joseph Dennie, Samuel Johnson, George Steevens (1809). “The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators”, p.326
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