Thou art a gormless git, a beardless boy; anointed sovereign of sighs and groans.
Harken to me; The soul of this man is his clothes. He is naught but a fusty nut with no kernel; an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise-breaker, a long tongued babbling gossip.
He is light of brain... not so much brain as ear wax.
A faithless coward. A vain, giddy, shallow, humorous youth. A fool, one all of luxury, an ass. A huge translation of hypocrisy, vilely compiled, profound simplicity.
Oh, what a sweep of vanity comes this way. Thou art King Of Smiles; liege of all loiterers and malcontents. Heaven truly knows that thou are as false as hell.
Vile Politician, thou hast Caesar's ambition - which swelled so much that it did almost stretch the sides of the world. Go forward, and be choked with thy ambition; thou natural coward without instinct. Go to they fat brained followers. Go, rate thy minions, proud insulting boy.
Thou pretend'st to be a better friend to all, and should like to present us with thy foul countenance daily for worship... I say, your heart is crammed with arrogancy, spleen and pride. There is neither honesty, manhood or good fellowship in thee. Let's meet as little as we can; I do desire we may be better strangers.
(With apologies to William Shakespeare)
