Shakespeare’s Insults
all eyes and no sight I do desire we may be better strangers
LUMP OF FOUL DEFORMITY
O gull, o dolt, as ignorant as dirt
light of brain
Thou art a boil, a plague-sore, an embossed carbuncle
long-tongu’d babbling gossip A DAMNED SAINT, AN HONORABLE VILLAIN!
not so much brain as earwax
ANOINTED SOVEREIGN OF SIGHS AND GROANS
Clod of wayward marl
The tartness of his face sours rige grapes
a fusty nut with no kernel FALSE OF HEART, LIGHT OF EAR, BLOODY OF HAND O’SERPENT HEART, HID WITH FLOWERING FACE crusty botch of nature
HIGHLY FED AND LOWLY TAUGHT bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces
ELVISH-MARKE’D, ABORTIVE, ROOTING HOG stark spoiled with the staggers, began with the bots
Thou cream-faced loon.
You scullion! You rampallian! You fustilarian
canker-blossom
Idol of idiot-worshippers!
no kernel in this light nut; the soul of this man is his clothes
All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs
BLISTERE’D BE THY TONGUE!
poisonous bunch-back’d toad infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth
Foot-licker
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