All concord's born of contraries.
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light Goddess, excellently bright.
My thoughts and I were of another world.
Let argument bear no unmusical sound.
If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick
Woman, the more careful she is about her face, the more careless about her house.