Twelfth Night - V: 350

ANTONIO
Let me speak a little. This youth that you see here

I snatched one half out of the jaws of death,

Relieved him with such sanctity of love,

And to his image, which methought did promise

Most venerable worth, did I devotion.

FIRST OFFICER

What's that to us? The time goes by, away.

ANTONIO
But O, how vile an idol proves his god!

Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.

In nature there's no blemish but the mind.

None can be called deformed but the unkind.

Virtue is beauty, but the beauteous evil

Are empty trunks o'er-flourished by the devil.