rude and smart-mouthed, tacky comments to the Florida State Seminoles
after the Tennessee Volunteers won the National Championship
National Champion! I scorn you, scurvy companion. What! you poor, base,
rascally, cheating, lack-linen mate! Away, you mouldy rogue, away! I
am meat for your master. Away, you cut-purse rascal! You filthy bung,
away! by this swine I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you
play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt
stale juggler, you! Since when, I pray you, sir? God's light, with two
points on your shoulder? much! National Champion! thou abominable damned
cheater, art thou not ashamed to be called National Champion? An National
Champions were of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for taking
their names upon you before you have earned them. You a National Champion!
you slave, for what? for tearing a poor whore's ruff in a bawdy-house?
He a National Champion! hang him, rogue! he lives upon mouldy stewed
prunes and dried cakes. A National Champion! God's light, these villians
will make the word as odious as the word "occupy"; which was
an excellent good word before it was ill sorted: therefore National
Champions had need to look to't. For God's sake, thrust him down stairs;
I cannot endure such a fustian rascal.
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