Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
When I was at home I was in a better place
For she had eyes and chose me.
Each substance of a grief has twenty shadows.
Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*
a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief