Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known; Kings seek their subjects' good: tyrants their own.
In vain our labours are, whatsoe'er they be, unless God gives the Benediction.
The first act's doubtful, but we say, it is the last commends the play.
A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.