Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage.
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death the memory be green.
For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men.
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.
Such as we are made of, such we be.
And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater