And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stoln out of holy writ, And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. Richard III. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 336.
The learned pate Ducks to the golden fool: all is oblique; Theres nothing level in our cursed natures, But direct villainy. Timon of Athens. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 17.