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• O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Whip me such honest knaves. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act i, Sc. 1
• But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• I understand a fury in your words, But not the words.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• 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
• Every puny whipster. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 2
• O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc. 3...