“Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.”
“..love lays bare your soul.”
“How flattering,” I grumbled. “My soul glows.”
“Your eyes are a window into your soul. The way your pupils dilate when you’re happy, and restrict when you’re mad. -Ben”
“My soul is in your hands." "Your soul is safe in my hands and in my heart.”
“Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.”