Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace.
Aaron will have his soul black like his face. (3.1.4)
Pardon me, sir; it was a black ill-favor'd fly,
Like to the empress' Moor; therefore I kill'd him.
Well, God give her good rest! What hath he sent her?
Why, then she is the devil's dam; a joyful issue. (4.2.8)
'Zounds, ye whore! is black so base a hue?
Sweet blowse, you are a beauteous blossom, sure. (4.2.10)