What sense had I of her stol'n hours of lust?
I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me:
I slept the next night well, was free and merry;
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n,
Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.
(Othello, Act 3, Scene 3, Lines 2015-2020; this passage appears as the epigraph to Russell Golman, David Hagmann, and George Loewenstein, “Information Avoidance,” Journal of Economic Literature 55(1): 96-135, March 2017.)
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I had been happy, if the general camp,
Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known. O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
(Othello, Act 3, Scene 3, Lines 2022-2025)
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How blest am I
In my just censure, in my true opinion!
Alack, for lesser knowledge! how accursed
In being so blest! There may be in the cup
A spider steep'd, and one may drink, depart,
And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge
Is not infected: but if one present
The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
With violent hefts. I have drunk,
and seen the spider.
(The Winter's Tale, Act 2, Scene 1, Lines 645-655)
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