Where's he that died o' yesterday?What better chance hath heTo clink the can and toss the potWhen this night's junkets be?For the lad that died o' yesterdayIs just as dead — ho! ho! —As the whoreson knave men laid awayA thousand years ago.
And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.william shakespeare
This apoplexy is, as I take it, a kind of lethargy, an't please your lordship; a kind of sleeping in the blood, a whoreson tingling.william shakespeare