Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Never anything can be amiss, when simpleness and duty tender it.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?

Is this a vision? Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

But she makes hungry Where she most satisfies.

Here comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With his mouth full of news. Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed. Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.

For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard.