Open your mouth to puff out wind and leave cracks on your cheeks . blow smoke out of all of the holes in your body and again drain out all of the oxygen that has been produced in your body  and blow it out as if it was the first time you took a puff from a cigarette.

All of you humongous cataracts and twirling strong tornadoes , form and come my way. i got something i want to say. Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the rocks. You evil and beheading extreme fires. Vaunt coriers to oak cleaving thunderbolts. Behead my white head. No matter what thunder shaking weather decides to occur. Lay down flat and thick  to the world. Crack mother natures mould for all germens spit at once  with makes and spawns that ungrateful man.  Fool.  O nuncle, court holy-water in a dry house is better than this rain-water out o’ door. Good nuncle, in, and ask thy daughters’ blessing; here’s a night pities neither wise man nor fool.

All of you humans rub your humongous stomachs and and breath out rapid oxidation .

I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;

The cod-piece that will house
  Before the head has any,
The head and he shall louse;
  So beggars marry many.
The man that makes his toe
  What he his heart should make,
Shall of a corn cry woe,
  And turn his sleep to wake.
For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.         25
Enter KENt
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I never gave you kingdom, call’d you children,
You owe me no subscription: then, let fall
Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despis’d old man.
But yet I call you servile ministers,         20
That have with two pernicious daughters join’d
Your high-engender’d battles ’gainst a head
So old and white as this. O! O! ’tis foul.
  Fool.  He that has a house to put his head in has a good head-piece.
The cod-piece that will house
  Before the head has any,
The head and he shall louse;
  So beggars marry many.
The man that makes his toe
  What he his heart should make,
Shall of a corn cry woe,
  And turn his sleep to wake.
For there was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.         25
Enter KEN