Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years.
– William Shakespeare
Henry IV Part 1, Act 2, Scene 4.