A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost...
Highly fed and lowly taught.
JULIET: ...And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
Ay me! sad hours seem long.
His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.