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Now Sing the Song of Dissing

Poem (Canso): 

Thou craven, churlish, cankered, dog-hearted knavish dotard
You show yourself as highly fed and lowly taught.
Thou bootless, boorish logger-headed lump of foul deformity
More of your conversation would infect my brain.

Were I to be Like thee, I would throw myself away
Codpiece sniffing addle gudgeon . . . eat my leek!

Thou barren, pocky prating and calumnious capon
Would that though were clean enough to spit upon.
Beslubbering fustilarian- inglorious assinico
Idle headed mewling, moonish apple-john

Were I to be like thee, I would throw myself away
Codpiece sniffing addle gudgeon . . . eat my leek!

Thou anthropophaginian, and all-abhorred dowset
knotty pated Boil-brained bubukle
Thou sodden witted lord, thou hast no more of brain
than I have in my elbow . . . thou scurvy, spleeny keech

Were I to be like thee, I would throw myself away
Codpiece sniffing addle gudgeon . . . eat my leek.