Fair is foul, and foul is fair:Hover through the fog and filthy air.

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Though all things foul would wear the brows of grace,
Yet Grace must still look so.

Nothing can seem foul to those that win

I am not a slut, though I thank the Gods I am foul.

I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.