Monday, August 23, 2004
A Penny for Your Thoughts
Shakespeare, Othello 3.3.136-141:
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Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false;
As where's that palace whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure,
But some uncleanly apprehensions
Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit
With meditations lawful?
