I have seen better faces in my time Than stands on any shoulder that I see Before me at this instant.

Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

What the vengeance, could he not speak 'em fair?

So curses all Eve's daughters of what complexion soever.

An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.

A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.