by Joe Hillshoist » Fri Oct 03, 2008 5:47 am
Idol of idiot worshippers
Thou paunchy beetle-headed canker-blossom!
You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish--O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!
Your bum is the greatest thing about you; so that in the beastliest sense, you are Pompey the Great.
You speak unskilfully: or, if your knowledge be more, it is much darkened in your malice.
Would the fountain of your mind were clear again, that I might water an ass at it.
I scorn you, scurvy companion. What, you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you moldy rogue, away!