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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...
• Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd
  Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee...
• Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• Cassio, I love thee; But never more be officer of mine.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• Cas. Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
  Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used....
• Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc.
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• O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
  Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion....
• Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act ii, Sc.
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