Dumbhead
Thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene i

Thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon-egg of discretion.
–Love’s Labour’s Lost,
Act V, Scene i

But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
Environ you, till mischief and despair
Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
–Henry VI Part 1,
Act V, Scene iv

She is spread of late
Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her!
–Winter’s Tale,
Act II, Scene i

His days are foul and his drink dangerous.
–Timon of Athens,
Act II, Scene v

One that converses more
with the buttock of the night
than with the forehead of the morning.
–Coriolanus,
Act II, Scene i

You bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!…
Hang, cur! Hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
–The Tempest,
Act I, Scene i

…a man whose blood is very snow-broth.
–Measure for Measure,
Act I, Scene iv