Tis true. I could not stay away from the Bard of Avon's caustic wit. Verily, I have been entertained and so shall thee. Be thee prepared to howl.
Your bum is the greatest thing about you.
You have such a February face.
Pray you, stand further from me.
You lisp and wear strange suits.
What a disgrace it is to me that I should remember your name.
She hath more hair than wit.
You are strangely troublesome.
I can hardly forebear hurling things at him.
Put your face between his sheets and do the office of a warming pan.
I was seeking for a fool when I found you.
And now one that translates through the ages.
Thou misshapen dick.
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