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Shakespeare Insults
From Much Ado About Nothing
Four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one
I do not like your look, I promise thee
Men from children nothing differ
Boys, apes, braggarts, jacks, milksops!
Art thou the slave that with thy breath hast killed
You have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness
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