Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity
The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.
O, let me kiss that hand! KING LEAR: Let me wipe it first; it smells of mortality.
They that touch pitch will be defiled.
The leopard does not change his spots.
Well, heaven forgive him! and forgive us all! Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall: Some run from brakes of ice, and answer none: And some condemned for a fault alone.