Good wombs have borne bad sons." -- (Miranda, I:2)
The proverb is something musty.
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.