O You Beast! I'll So Maul You

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

'sblood, You Starveling, You Elf-skin, You Dried Neat's Tongue, You Bull's Pizzle, You Stock-fish! O For Breath To Utter What Is Like Thee! You Tailor's-yard, You Sheath, You Bowcase; You Vile Standing-tuck!

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.