Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,

And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.

No hinge nor loop

To hang a doubt on.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Hang out our banners on the outward walls;

The cry is still, "They come!" our castle's strength

Will laugh a siege to scorn.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5.

Hang sorrow! care 'll kill a cat.

Ben Jonson (1573-1637): Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3.

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,

And yet anon repairs his drooping head,

And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore

Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

John Milton (1608-1674): Lycidas. Line 168.

Sleep shall neither night nor day

Hang upon his pent-house lid.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3.

That would hang us, every mother's son.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.