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Shakespeare Insults
From Pericles, Prince of Tyre
Courtesy would seem to cover sin
Both like serpents are, who, though they feed on sweetst flowers, yet they poison breed
What a drunken knave the sea was to cast thee in our way
Thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world
He did not flow from honourable sources
The pox upon her green sickness
Thou art like the harpy, which, to betray, dost with thine angels face, seize with thine eagle's talons
Your peevish chastity is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country
The food is such as hath been belched on by infected lungs
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