So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Foul whisp'rings are abroad.
Thou lump of foul deformity!
Nothing can seem foul to those who win.
Nothing can seem foul to those that win
Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in a foul oyster
Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.
We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
Virtue is chok'd with foul ambition
Foul whisperings are abroad
In thy foul throat thou liest.
So fair and foul a day i had not seen.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair:Hover through the fog and filthy air.
Cry 'Havoc', and let slip the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial
For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
All is not well;I doubt some foul play.