Odious
You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o’ the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air.
–Coriolanus,
Act III, Scene iii

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o’ the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air.
–Coriolanus,
Act III, Scene iii

And the tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for
thy mind is a very opal.
-Twelfth Night,
Act II, Scene iv

Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl;
For here we need it not.
-Romeo and Juliet,
Act III, Scene v
As low as to thy heart,
Through the false passage of thy throat, thou liest.
–Richard II,
Act I, Scene i
Never hung poison on a fouler toad.
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes.
–Richard III,
Act I, Scene ii
His forward voice now is to speak well of his
friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches
and to detract.
–The Tempest,
Act II, Scene ii

What’s here? The portrait of a blinking idiot
Presenting me a schedule.
–Merchant of Venice,
Act II Scene ix