Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared

The elephant hath joints, but none for courtesy; his legs are legs for necessity, not for flexure.

I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.