Thy food is such As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
Men from children nothing differ.
My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.
I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.
Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
Thou art a Castilian King urinal!
A very scurvy fellow.
Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice.
O faithless coward! O dishonest wretch! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice?