Bonehead
Thou sodden-witted lord!
Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
-Troilus and Cressida,
Act II, Scene i

Thou sodden-witted lord!
Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
-Troilus and Cressida,
Act II, Scene i

Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear,
Thou lily-liver’d boy.
-Macbeth,
Act V, Scene iii

A fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow’s wind and rain.
–A Lover’s Complaint

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
I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.
-Titus Andronicus,
Act V Scene i
For thy part, I do wish thou wert a dog,
That I might love thee something.
-Timon of Athens,
Act IV, Scene iii

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