How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!
Done to death by slanderous tongue
A light wife doth make a heavy husband.
Be wise as thou art cruel, do not press My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain: Lest sorrow lend me words and words express, The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.
Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.