- Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death
- Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat
- No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip, she is spherical, like a globe, I could find out contries in her
- Thou lump of foul deformity
- Thou unfit for any place but hell
- He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not, the ape is dead
- You kiss by the book
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