William Shakespeare: Othello

Act III, Sc. III
Poor and content is rich and rich enough.

Act I, Sc. II
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation.

Act II, Sc. III
Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter.

Act II, Sc. I
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens.

Act III, Sc. III
To be once in doubt
Is once to be resolv'd.

Act IV, Sc. II
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.

Act II, Sc. III
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.

Act II, Sc. III
Your name is great
In mouths of wisest censure.

Act I, Sc. III
The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.

Act IV, Sc. II
I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.

Act I, Sc. I
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at.

Act II, Sc. I
You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.

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