Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owedst yesterday.
I swear 't is better to be much abused
Than but to know 't a little.
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know 't, and he's not robb'd at all.
O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
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,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof.
No hinge nor loop
To hang a doubt on.
On horror's head horrors accumulate.
Take note, take note, O world,
To be direct and honest is not safe.
But this denoted a foregone conclusion.
Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 't is of aspics' tongues!
Like to the Pontic sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up.
Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one.
They laugh that win.
But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.
But, alas, to make me
A fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at!
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.
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 Heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascals naked through the world!
'T is neither here nor there.
It makes us or it mars us.
Every way makes my gain.
He hath a daily beauty in his life.