Quotes from Othello — William Shakespeare
1564–1616 England
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Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains.
O! she will sing the savageness out of a bear.
Make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me,
For making him egregiously an ass.
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at; I am not what I am.
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
I am not merry; but I do beguile
The thing I am by seeming otherwise.
This is the night
That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
He is a soldier fit to stand by Cæsar
And give direction.
How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
But, O vain boast!
Who can control his fate?
And of the cannibals that each other eat,
The anthropophagi, ...
He hath a daily beauty in his life.
For I am nothing, if not critical.
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