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Shakespeare Insults
From The Merchant of Venice
There are a sort of men whose visages do cream and mantle like a tanding pond
Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing
I had rather be married to a deaths head with a bone in his mouth
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man, and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast
A villain with a smiling cheek, a goodly apple rotten at the heart
Oh, these deliberate fools
A bankrupt, a prodigal, who dare scarce show his head on the Rialto
Soft and dull eyed fool
A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, uncapable of pity, void and empty from any dram of mercy
Beg that thou may have leave to hang thyself
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