Churchill had wordpower on his side, but even he couldn’t match Shakespeare at bespoke insultery.
PRINCE HENRY
I’ll be no longer guilty of this sin. This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh—
FALSTAFF
'Sblood, you starveling, you elfskin, you dried neat’s tongue, you bull’s pizzle, you stockfish! O, for breath to utter what is like thee! You tailor’s-yard, you sheath, you bowcase, you vile standing tuck—
— Henry IV Part 1
