Iago's Soliloquy - The Motive-hunting Of A

Friends Should Be Weighed, Not Told; Who Boasts To Have Won A Multitude Of Friends Has Never Had One.

O Pure Of Heart! Thou Needest Not Ask Of Me What This Strong Music In The Soul May Be!

Contempt Is Egotism In Ill- Humor.

The Sun's Rim Dips; The Stars Rush Out: At One Stride Comes The Dark; With Far-heard Whisper O'er The Sea, Off Shot The Spectre-bark.

Ah! Well A-day! What Evil Looks / Had I From Old And Young! / Instead Of The Cross, The Albatross / About My Neck Was Hung.