Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work.
Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.
Tis love in love that makes the sport.
Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.
'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.
Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.