Faugh

Bian[ca]. I am no ſtrumpet, but of life as honeſt, / As you, that thus abuſe me. / Em[ilia]. As I: fough, fie vpon thee.

Faugh! how it stinks! It doth not smell like a Christian.

The very scent of the carrion—faugh—reached my nostrils at the distance where we stood.

“Civilized ways, forsooth,” scoffed Tarzan. “Jungle standards do not countenance wanton atrocities. There we kill for food and for self-preservation, or in the winning of mates and the protection of the young. Always, you see, in accordance with the dictates of some great natural law. But here! Faugh, your civilized man is more brutal than the brutes.[…]”

The orthodox religious world says faugh! to sex. Whereupon we thank [Sigmund] Freud for giving them tit for tat.

[…] The thought was a bitter one, and I don't suppose I have ever come closer to saying ‘Faugh!’