I don't know about you but I'm ready for some more put downs from the Bard. I am continually amazed at his use of common words in uncommon ways to create fabulous burns. So gentle people let the games begin.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
Thou frothy flap-mouthed minnow.
You scullion! You rampallian! You Fustilarian! I'll tickle your catastrophe.
Thou puking dismal-dreaming horn.
Villain, I have done thy mother.
Thou spleeny flap-mouthed harpy.
They lie deadly when they tell you, you have good faces.
Thou rank beef-witted measle.
Thou art the son and heir of a mongrel bitch.
Thou churlish fen-sucked strumpet.
Away, moldy rogue, away!
I think thou wast created for men to breathe themselves upon you.
More of your conversation would infect my brain.
I wonder that you still be talking. Nobody marks you.
Well, that's all for now. I challenge you to use one of these pithy phrases on an acquaintance who doest thou find irksome.