shakespearean-insults-deactivat asked: Hoy doy, what a sweep of vanity comes this way! Boils and plagues plaster you over, that you may be abhorred farther than seen and one infect another against the wind a mile. You souls of geese that bear the shapes of men! Your kisses are Judas's own children! Thine wit's as thick as a Tewkesbury mustard! You scullion, you rampallian, you fustiliarian! Thou art a fusty nut lacking a kernel! Thine breath stinks with eating toasted cheese!