?Thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow-catch!?
?That trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years??
?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!?
Posted By: Old Man, May 12, 10:20:21
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