|shakesperian insult generator
||[May. 22nd, 2004|01:50 am]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
'What cracker is this same that deafs our ears with this abundance of superfluous breath.
I'll no more trust than love that's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.
That is a tale told by an idiot, full of frost, of storm and cloudiness.
Falstaff sweats to death and lards the lean Earth as he walks he moves like an icicle on a dutchman's heel and make him by inch meal a shrew to be married to a whipping.
Heaven truly knows that thou are as a Tewkesbury mustard.'