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Poor and content is rich and rich enough,
But riches fineless is as poor as winter
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
Othello (1603)
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
Othello (1603)
Confess thee freely of thy sin;
For to deny each article with oath
Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception
That I do groan withal.
Othello (1603)
Let husbands know,
Their wives have sense like them: they see, and smell,
And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
As husbands have.
Othello (1603)
Stepp'd me in poverty to the very lips.
Othello (1603)
To beguile many and be beguil'd by one.
Othello (1603)
I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
Some busy and insinuating rogue,
Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,
Have not devis'd this slander.
Othello (1603)
Moving accidents by flood and field.
Othello (1603)
O most lame and impotent conclusion!
Othello (1603)
A maid
That paragons description and wild fame;
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
And in the essential vesture of creation
Does tire the ingener.
Othello (1603)
I do perceive here a divided duty.
Othello (1603)
You are pictures out of doors,
Bells in your parlours, wild-cats in your kitchens,
Saints in your injuries, devils being offended,
Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.
Othello (1603)
O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
But that I did proceed upon just grounds
To this extremity.
Othello (1603)
Upon this hint I spake;
She loved me for the dangers I had passed
And I loved her that she did pity them.
Othello (1603)
Had it pleas'd heaven
To try me with affliction * * *
I should have found in some place of my soul
A drop of patience.
Othello (1603)
Those that do teach young babes
Do it with gentle means and easy tasks
Othello (1603)
My lord shall never rest:
I'll watch him, tame and talk him out of patience:
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift.
Othello (1603)
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife.
Othello (1603)
Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Othello (1603)
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,
As, I confess, it is my nature's plague
To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
Shapes faults that are not.
Othello (1603)