Pour on, I will endure.

Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*

I hate ingratitude more in a man
than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
inhabits our frail blood".

The king stood in a pool of blue light, unmoored.

So fair and foul a day I have not seen.

Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.