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| Trading Faces The beauty that is borne here, in the face, The bearer knows not, but commends itself To others' eyes: nor doth the eye itself (that most pure spirit of sense) behold itself, Not going from itself; but eye to eye oppos'd Salutes each other with each other's form: For speculation turns not to itself, Till it hath travell'd, and is mirror'd there Where it may see itself. Shakespeare, "Troilus and Cressida" |
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