Aries: “I do desire we may be better strangers”
Taurus: “You scullion. You rampallian. You fustilarian. I’ll tickle your catastrophe.”
Gemini: “Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle in my corrupted blood.”
Cancer: “There’s no more faith in thee than a stewed prune.”
Leo: “Thou art as fat as butter.”
Virgo: “Peace, ye fat guts.”
Libra: “Thou cream-faced loon.”
Scorpio: “You, minion, are too saucy.”
Sagittarius: “A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen as you are toss’d with.”
Capricorn: “Thou art the son and heir of a mongrel bitch.”
Aquarius: “Your virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese.”
Pisces: “Thou leathern-jerken, crystal-button, knot-pated, agatering, puke-stocking, caddis-garter, smooth-tongue, Spanish pouch.”