Take you me for a sponge?
Two women placed together makes cold weather.
Live how we can, yet die we must.
One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
That is not the best sermon which makes the hearers go away talking to one another and praising the speaker, but which makes them go away thoughtful and serious, and hastening to be alone.
The soul of this man is his clothes.