Come.let me pour some sack to the Thames water; for my belly's as cold as if I'd swallowed snowballs for pills to cool the reins - Merry Wives of Windsor
Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout,rain! Nor rain, wind thunder are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindeness ( silly old fool!) - Macbeth Act III Scene II