“thou art the best o' the cut-throats”
“In thy foul throat thou liest.”
“Lips, let sour words go by and language end:What is amiss plague and infection mend!Graves only be men's works and death their gain!Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign.”
“A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!”
“What's done, is done”
“Cut him out in little stars.”