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Shakespeare Insults
From Othello
You rise to play and go to bed to work
A slippery and subtle knave
An index and obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts
O curse of marraige, that we can call these delicate creatures ours, and not their appetites
I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapour of a dungeon, than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses
Damn her, lewd minx
You are welcome sir to Cyprus, Goats and monlkeys
This is a subtle whore, a closet lock and key of villainous secrets
Heaven truly knows that thou are as false as hell
I think upon it, I think, I smelled, O villainy
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