Act IV, Sc. I
They laugh that win.
Act II, Sc. III
Potations pottle-deep.
Act I, Sc. I
Whip me such honest knaves.
Act I, Sc. III
I do perceive here a divided duty.
Act II, Sc. I
For I am nothing, if not critical.
Act V, Sc. II
One entire and perfect chrysolite.
Act I, Sc. III
I saw Othello's visage in his mind.
Act V, Sc. I
He hath a daily beauty in his life.
Act V, Sc. II
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Act III, Sc. III
On horror's head horrors accumulate.
Act III, Sc. IV
Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
Act III, Sc. III
But this denoted a foregone conclusion.
Act IV, Sc. II
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.
Act III, Sc. III
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof.
Act III, Sc. III
No hinge nor loop
To hang a doubt on.
Act IV, Sc. I
To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one.
Act II, Sc. III
How poor are they that have not patience!

