OK Bill, just for you:

"..There I was, after the action, beaten to the wide and coming in on my chinstrap, when up strolls this total ponce, clean as a whistle, dressed to the nines and smelling like a bleedin' knocking shop and with a pomander up his nose.
Anyhow, some squaddies were cleaning up the battlefield and this oik has a go at them because he ended up downwind of a stiff..."
Harry Hotspur - Henry IV Pt I Act 1 Scene III - W. Shakespere

(if you want the original:

"...But I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd,
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd
Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
He was perfumed like a milliner;
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose and took't away again;
Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talk'd,
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility...")

Walrus