In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind.
Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.
Love`s reason`s without reason
Tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus.
The nature of bad news affects the teller.
I say there is no darkness but ignorance.