Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

Things are often spoke and seldom meant.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

I am the Prince of Wales; and think not, Percy, To share with me in glory any more: Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.