O, now, for everFarewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!Farewell the plumed troop and the big warsThat 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 throatsThe immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!