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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...
• O Heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold, And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the rascals naked through the world!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• 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
• Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act iv, Sc.
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• 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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• How poor are they that have not patience! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 2...