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Shakespeare Insults
From Timon of Athens
He's opposite to humanity
That there should be small love amongst these sweet knaves, and all this courtesy, the strain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men
Those healths will make thee and thy state look ill
They were the most needless creatures living
Hoy doy, what a sweep of vanity comes this way
We may account thee a whoremaster and knave
Thou disease of a friend
His days are foul and his drink dangerous
I do wish thou were a dog, that I might love thee somthing
Were I like thee, I would throw away myself
Would thou were clean enough to spit on
I'll beat thee, but I should infect my hands
Live and love thy misery
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