What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
I hate the murderer, love him murdered.
Look on beauty, and you shall see 'tis purchased by the weight.
The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.
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*
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.