Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments.
Tis love in love that makes the sport.
Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.
Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.