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Shakespeare Insults
From Henry VIII
I can see his pride peep through each part of him
He begins a new hell in himself
This butcher's cur is venom mouthed
His will is most malignant
There is mischief in this man
Your heart is crammed with arrogancy, spleen and pride
I abhor this dilatory sloth
You have as little honesty as honour
As goodness is poison to your stomach
You are strangely troublesome
Bless me, what a fry of fornication is at the door
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