Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
Farewell! a long farewell to all my greatness!
However wickedness outstrips men, it has no wings to fly from God.
Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
I'll teach you differences.