To be enamour'd on this dusty turf, This clod, a whoreson puck-fist!
"Every Man Out Of His Humour" by Ben Jonson
Why, ay, you whoreson blockhead, 'tis your only block of wit in fashion now-a-days, to applaud other folks' jests.
"The Poetaster" by Ben Jonson
A whoreson filthy slave, a dung-worm, an excrement!
"Every Man In His Humor" by Ben Jonson
Whoreson baggage, what hair she has!
"The History of Don Quixote, Volume II., Complete" by Miguel de Cervantes
Whoreson of hell, come hither!
"Fiesco or, The Genoese Conspiracy A Tragedy" by Friedrich Schiller
II.ii.69 (369,8) Thou whoreson zed; thou unnecessary letter!
"Notes to Shakespeare, Volume III: The Tragedies" by Samuel Johnson
Printers are madde whoresons, allow them some of them for napkins.
"The Unfortunate Traveller, or The Life Of Jack Wilton" by Thomas Nash
I ran but to shake the whoreson black slug fro' my carcase.
"Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 2 (of 2)" by John Roby
Light your pipes, your tobacco is a sure protection against 'your whoreson dead bodies'; light up and move on.
"Black Spirits and White" by Ralph Adams Cram
In that whoreson bronze casket, I suppose.
"The Big Time" by Fritz Reuter Leiber
Why, you whoreson rogue!
"A Select Collection of Old English Plays" by Robert Dodsley
She kept the whoreson off balance, else he'd lose interest.
"Caribbee" by Thomas Hoover
Art deaf, thou whoreson boy?
"Gammer Gurton's Needle" by Mr. S. Mr. of Art