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• Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc.
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• They laugh that win. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc. 1
• Pol. What do you read, my lord? Ham. Words, words, words.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• The wealthy curled darlings of our nation. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act i, Sc.
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• I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 2...
• But, alas, to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc.
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• The bookish theoric. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act i, Sc. 1
• Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 2...