A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! Author: William Shakespeare Copy Quote More from William Shakespeare “When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings whe…” “Good with out evil is like light with out darkness which in turn is like righte…” “And jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops...” “He reads much;He is a great observer and he looksQuite through the deeds of men…”