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.

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.

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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

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