In amongst his general thrasonical ranting and ravings concerning his own merits, Skogan had promised the company that tomorrow the world would know how good his verses were – when he read aloud at the court gate some poem which he had written in honour of the birthday of Thomas, Duke of Clarence. — Robert Nye, Falstaff

phone: why don’t you go to sleep tommy it’s 2 in the morning?
tommy:why don’t you die you dumbazz