Jim Sweeney waxes Shakespearean:

Is this a cock which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Cum, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, throbbing vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A cock of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppress'd brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I whip out.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine cock and balls are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy face and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody cock-loving business which informs
Thus to mine eyes.

-MacCockBeth, Act II Scene I