We can think of several applications of these phrases.
http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Shaker/index.html
O, [thou art] as tedious as a tired horse, a railing wife, Worse than a smoky house.
Taken from: Henry IV, part I
Thou art essentially a natural coward without instinct.
Taken from: Henry IV, part I
[May] the worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul.
Taken from: Richard III
[Thou art] already dead. stabbed with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear with a love song, the very pin of [thy] heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt shaft.
Taken from: Romeo and Juliet
[Thou art] a most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise breaker, the owner of no one good quality.
Taken from: All's Well That Ends Well
God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another.
Taken from: Hamlet
Assume a virtue if you have it not.
Taken from: Hamlet
Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man!
Taken from: The Two Gentlemen of Verona
Thou art the best o' th' cut-throats.
Taken from: Macbeth
Come, come, you talk greasily; your lips grow foul.
Taken from: Love's Labour's Lost
http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Shaker/index.html
O, [thou art] as tedious as a tired horse, a railing wife, Worse than a smoky house.
Taken from: Henry IV, part I
Thou art essentially a natural coward without instinct.
Taken from: Henry IV, part I
[May] the worm of conscience still begnaw thy soul.
Taken from: Richard III
[Thou art] already dead. stabbed with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear with a love song, the very pin of [thy] heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt shaft.
Taken from: Romeo and Juliet
[Thou art] a most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise breaker, the owner of no one good quality.
Taken from: All's Well That Ends Well
God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another.
Taken from: Hamlet
Assume a virtue if you have it not.
Taken from: Hamlet
Thou subtle, perjur'd, false, disloyal man!
Taken from: The Two Gentlemen of Verona
Thou art the best o' th' cut-throats.
Taken from: Macbeth
Come, come, you talk greasily; your lips grow foul.
Taken from: Love's Labour's Lost
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