A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nuture can never stick; on whom my pains
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; . . .
Shakespeare, The tempest 4.1.188-190. Cf., however, Prospero's "pardon" and Caliban's "trim", at 5.1.288-294.
Saturday, July 14, 2018
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