[Your] brain is as dry as the remainder biscuit after a voyage.
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You starvelling, you eel-skin, you dried neat's-tongue, you bull's-pizzle, you stock-fish--O for breath to utter what is like thee!-you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bow-case, you vile standing tuck!
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Thou tottering fly-bitten whey-face!
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Thou froward clay-brained mammet!
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What a drunken knave was the sea to cast thee in our way!
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