I shall listen to my own intellect if thou art not the most sanctimonious scapegrace I have rashly learnt of this month.

Art thou a flab-waisted cockalorum, or merely cooked by one?

Wast thou forbade by an useless hag, or is that simply how thy wimple is?

I will need my own daughter if thou art not the most osprey-bitten ninny I have discovered this century.