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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...
• Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 2...
• And smooth as monumental alabaster. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 2
• Every puny whipster. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 2
• I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 2...
• One entire and perfect chrysolite. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 2
• Curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 2...
• Every way makes my gain. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 1
• He hath a daily beauty in his life. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 1