Nothing can seem foul to those that win

Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.

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

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

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

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