Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.

“Zwounds, ye fat paunch, an ye call me a coward, by the Lord, I'll stab thee.”

“Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear …”

“the pleached bower,Where honeysuckles ripened by the sunForbid the sun to enter…”

“Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.”