'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-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 bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
William ShakespeareWhat I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
William Shakespeare