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William Shakespeare

"Thou art a very ragged Wart."

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"Thou art a very ragged Wart."

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"An injury is much sooner forgotten than an insult."

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"Rnesh karr slithis," I hissed back, which was Draconic for eat your own tail, the dragon version of go screw yourself. No extra translation needed."

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"For how long will insult hurt a person? For as long as he covets self-importance. For as long as one covets temporary [non eternal] things."

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"Good madonna, give me leave toprove you a fool."

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"You're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater."

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"I like Frenchmen very much, because even when they insult you they do it so nicely."

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"Never insult an alligator until after you have crossed the river."

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"Adding "just kidding" doesn't make it okay to insult the Principal."

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"You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet."

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"I'd love to go out with you, but I'd hate to deprive some village of its idiot."

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"Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love."
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"How stand I, then,That have a father killed, a mother stained,Excitements of my reason and my blood,And let all sleep, while to my shame I seeThe imminent death of twenty thousand menThat for a fantasy and trick of fameGo to their graves like beds, fight for a plotWhereon the numbers cannot try the cause,Which is not tomb enough and continentTo hide the slain? O, from this time forthMy thoughts be bloody or be nothing."
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"Then, were not summer's distillation leftA liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,Nor it nor no remembrance what it was.But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet."
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"Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:Then, heigh-ho, the holly!This life is most jolly."
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"Beggar that I am I am even poor in thanks."
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"LEAR: ...yet you see how this world goes.GLOS.: I see it feelingly."
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"Refrain to-night;And that shall lend a kind of easinessTo the next abstinence, the next more easy;For use almost can change the stamp of nature,And either master the devil or throw him outWith wondrous potency."
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"Look on beauty,And you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight;Which therein works a miracle in nature,Making them lightest that wear most of it:So are those crisped snaky golden locksWhich make such wanton gambols with the wind,Upon supposed fairness, often knownTo be the dowry of a second head,The skull that bred them in the sepulchre.Thus ornament is but the guiled shoreTo a most dangerous sea; the beauteous scarfVeiling an Indian beauty; in a word,The seeming truth which cunning times put onTo entrap the wisest."
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"If [God] send me no husband, for the which blessing I am at him upon my knees every morning and evening ..."
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"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks;And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare."
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