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Shakespeare Insults
From Romeo and Juliet
Why he's a man of wax
When good manners shall lie all in one or two man's hands and they unwashed too, tis a foul thing
You kiss by the book
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not, the ape is dead
She speaks yet she says nothing
The very butcher of silk button
He is not the flower of courtesy
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat
You ratcatcher
A dog, a cat, a mouse, a rat to scratch a man to death
A plague on both your houses
Despised substance of divinest show
Hang, beg, starve, die in the streets
Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death
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