William Shakespeare Sassy Quotations

Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!

A fusty nut with no kernel.

Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.

Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.

Why, thou deboshed fish thou...Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster!

You peasant swain! You whoreson malt-horse drudge!

A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.

Thou unfit for any place but hell.

Thou lump of foul deformity!

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?

You are a tedious fool.

O you beast! I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, That you shall think the devil is come from hell.

Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!

You are strangely troublesome.

No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger.

I can see his pride Peep through each part of him.

Take her away; for she hath lived too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities.

They are hare-brain'd slaves.

They were devils incarnate.

He is white-livered and red-faced.

Such antics do not amount to a man.

Avaunt, you cullions!

O braggart vile and damned furious wight!

Away, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!

Frailty, thy name is woman!

Away! Thou'rt poison to my blood.

There is no more mercy in him than there is milk in a male tiger.

For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

You abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.

Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!

He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.

You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.

You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!

More of your conversation would infect my brain.

Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast born, To signify thou camest to bite the world.

I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face.

Away, you mouldy rogue, away!

I scorn you, scurvy companion.

Hang him, swaggering rascal!

There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.

'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-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 bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!

This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh!

Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.

Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Drink off this potion!

Take you me for a sponge?

They have a plentiful lack of wit.

You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.