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• But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• 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...
• O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful!
  and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping....
• O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
  Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue!...
• Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.
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