“All this dread order break- for whom? for thee?Vile worm!- oh madness! pride! impiety!”

“I'll betide thee, say I, and may the Gods, or at least the Athenians, confound thee for a vile citizen and a vile third-rate actor! Read the evidence.”

“There is no way I am masturbating with a gringo to something as vile and disgusting as worm-rape!”

“What is there in thee, Man, that can be known?Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought,A phantom dim of past and future wrought,Vain sister of the worm ...”

“To a Vase"How do I break thee? Let me count the ways.I break thee if thou art at any heightMy paw can reach, when, smarting from some slight,I sulk, or have one of my crazy days.I break thee with an accidental grazeOr twitch of tail, if I should take a fright.I break thee out of pure and simple spiteThe way I broke the jar of mayonnaise.I break thee if a bug upon thee sits.I break thee if I'm in a playful mood,And then I wrestle with the shiny bits.I break thee if I do not like my food.And if someone they shards together fits,I'll break thee once again when thou art glued.”

“Oh, the dread. The horrible, awful, dreadful, dready dread.”