William Shakespeare

Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

You cannot make gross sins look clear: To revenge is no valour, but to bear.

I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed _x000D_ _x000D_ monster!

Men from children nothing differ.

Why, this hath not a finger's dignity.

Thy food is such_x000D_ _x000D_ As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.

I think thy horse will sooner con an oration than _x000D_ _x000D_ thou learn a prayer without book.

My cousin's a fool, and thou art another.

Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.

Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.

Some report a sea-maid spawn'd him; some that he was begot between two stock-fishes. But it is certain that when he makes water his urine is congealed ice.

O you beast! _x000D_ _x000D_ I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, _x000D_ _x000D_ That you shall think the devil is come from hell.

No man's pie is freed _x000D_ _x000D_ From his ambitious finger.

Such antics do not amount to a man.

There's no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune.

O braggart vile and damned furious wight!

I can see his pride _x000D_ _x000D_ Peep through each part of him.

Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.

You wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller.

Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all!