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.


Othello, IV, ii, 66


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.

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.