Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello
-- Act iii, Sc. 3
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello
-- Act iii, Sc. 3
Related:
- Cassio, I love thee;
But never more be officer of mine.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc. 3... - Brutus. Then I shall see thee again?
Ghost. Ay, at Philippi.
Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iv, Sc.... - I would applaud thee to the very echo,
That should applaud again.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 3... - Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act i, Sc. 1... - Tremble, thou wretch,
That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
Unwhipp'd of justice.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc. 2... - I am declined
Into the vale of years.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello
-- Act iii, Sc.
3... - I swear 't is better to be much abused
Than but to know 't a little.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3... - I would the gods had made thee poetical.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It
-- Act iii, Sc.
2... - Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou owedst yesterday.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
