Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.
Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.
Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work.
I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?
Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.
Tis love in love that makes the sport.