Las palabras están llenas de falsedad o de arte; la mirada es el lenguaje del corazón.

“Why, then the world ’s mine oyster,Which I with sword will open.”

“At this hourLie at my mercy all mine enemies.”

“Thou know'st 'tis common; all that livesmust die,Passing through nature to eter…”

“No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved…”