“In nature there's no blemish but the mind;None can be called deformed but the unkind:Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evilAre empty trunks, o'erflourished by the devil.”

“None can be called deformed but the unkind.”

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

“How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in it!”

“Look on beauty,And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight;Which therein works a miracle in nature,Making them lightest that wear most of it:So are those crisped snaky golden locksWhich make such wanton gambols with the wind,Upon supposed fairness, often knownTo be the dowry of a second head,The skull that bred them in the sepulchre.Thus ornament is but the guiled shoreTo a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarfVeiling an Indian beauty; in a word,The seeming truth which cunning times put onTo entrap the wisest.”

“Refrain to-night;And that shall lend a kind of easinessTo the next abstinence, the next more easy;For use almost can change the stamp of nature,And either master the devil or throw him outWith wondrous potency.”

“O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in't!”