Othello

by William Shakespeare

It is silliness to live when to live is torment; and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.

I should be wise; for honesty’s a fool, And loses that it works for.

They are all but stomachs and we all but food: They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, They belch us.—Look

The ills we do their ills instruct us so.