Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Post 10.7.2014.2

Iago: Virtue! A fig! 'tis in ourselves that we are thus, or
thus.  Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills
are gardeners; so that if we will plant nettles or sow let-
tuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one
gender of herbs or distract it with many, either to have it
sterile with idleness or manured with industry, why, the
power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.  If
the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to
poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our
natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclu-
sions; but we have reason to cool our raging motions, our
carnal stings, or unbitted lusts, where of I take this that
you call love to be a sect or scion.

Othello, The Moor of Venice, Act 1, Scene 2

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