Hath thy pox-marked fairness startled a maiden to birth a hoard of pribbling leopards?

Alas, I hath espied thy gleeking apparel, and now I art affear’d I may be experienced by it.

You yeasty pack of belly-beasts.

I hope to not see thy fool-borne pendant for another second, and even then, t’would be preferable were it a strumpet.