O Mischief, Thou Art Swift To Enter

A Little Fire Is Quickly Trodden Out, Which, Being Suffer'd, Rivers Cannot Quench.

Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This Life.

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

Many A Good Hanging Prevents A Bad Marriage.

Ha. "against My Will I Am Sent To Bid You Come Into Dinner." There's A Double Meaning In That. -benedick (much Ado)