Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.
Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.
Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work.
Tis love in love that makes the sport.
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
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?