If it were now to die, 205 ’Twere now to be most happy, for I fear 206 My soul hath her content so absolute 207 That not another comfort like to this 208 Succeeds in unknown fate.
OTHELLO
It gives me wonder great as my content 199
To see you here before me. O my soul’s joy! 200
If after every tempest come such calms, 201
May the winds blow till they have wakened death, 202
And let the laboring bark climb hills of seas 203
Olympus high, and duck again as low 204
As hell’s from heaven! If it were now to die, 205
’Twere now to be most happy, for I fear 206
My soul hath her content so absolute 207
That not another comfort like to this 208
Succeeds in unknown fate. 209
