Universal Magazine of Knowledge and Pleasure, Volume 90Pub. for J. Hinton., 1792 |
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... Iago . Virtue ? a fig ! ' tis in ourselves , that we are thus , or thus . Our bodies are our gardens ; to the which ... Iago's fpeech , Shak- fpeare had in idea another declaration of the fame apoftle , Every man is tempted , when he is ...
... Iago . Virtue ? a fig ! ' tis in ourselves , that we are thus , or thus . Our bodies are our gardens ; to the which ... Iago's fpeech , Shak- fpeare had in idea another declaration of the fame apoftle , Every man is tempted , when he is ...
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... Iago . What , are you hurt , lieutenant ? Caffio . Ay , paft all furgery . Iago . Marry , Heaven forbid ! Caffio . Reputation ! reputation ! repu have loft the immortel part , fir , of my- tation ! O , I have loft my reputation ! I felf ...
... Iago . What , are you hurt , lieutenant ? Caffio . Ay , paft all furgery . Iago . Marry , Heaven forbid ! Caffio . Reputation ! reputation ! repu have loft the immortel part , fir , of my- tation ! O , I have loft my reputation ! I felf ...
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... Iago . Why , but you are now well enough : how came you thus recovered ? Caffio . It hath pleafed the devil , drunk- ennefs , to give place to the devil , wrath : this imperfectnefs fhews me another to make me frankly despise myself ...
... Iago . Why , but you are now well enough : how came you thus recovered ? Caffio . It hath pleafed the devil , drunk- ennefs , to give place to the devil , wrath : this imperfectnefs fhews me another to make me frankly despise myself ...
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... Iago . Good name , in man and woman , dear my lord , Is the immediate jewel of their fouls : Who fteals my purse , fteals trash ; ' tis fomething , nothing ; ' Twas mine , ' tis his , and has been flave to thousands ; But he , that ...
... Iago . Good name , in man and woman , dear my lord , Is the immediate jewel of their fouls : Who fteals my purse , fteals trash ; ' tis fomething , nothing ; ' Twas mine , ' tis his , and has been flave to thousands ; But he , that ...
Page 172
... Iago . Poor , and content , is rich and Indeed , how forcibly does Iago thus predict his fufferings ! rich enough ; But riches , finelefs * , is as poor as winter , To him that ever fears he fhall be poor . Good heaven , the fouls of ...
... Iago . Poor , and content , is rich and Indeed , how forcibly does Iago thus predict his fufferings ! rich enough ; But riches , finelefs * , is as poor as winter , To him that ever fears he fhall be poor . Good heaven , the fouls of ...
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