Many A Good Hanging Prevents A Bad

There's Never A Villain Dwelling In All Denmark But He's An Arrant Knave.

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In This I Bury All Unkindness.

I Have Almost Forgotten The Taste Of Fears: The Time Has Been, My Senses Would Have Cool’d To Hear A Night-shriek; And My Fell Of Hair Would At A Dismal Treatise Rouse And Stir As Life Were In’t: I Have Supt Full With Horrors; Direness, Familiar To My Slaughterous Thoughts, Cannot Once Start Me.

A Fusty Nut With No Kernel.