Aeron Horizon

Shakespearean Insults

Be put in a cauldron of lead and usurer's grease, amongst a whole million of cutpurses, and there boil like a gammon of bacon that will never be enough.
You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish--O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!
Draw thy tool. My naked weapon is out.
O lilliterate loiterer!
[Thou art] open to incontinency.
Thou mangled hedge-born flax-wench!
Idol of idiot-worshippers!