Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.

Opportunity, to statesmen, is as the just degree of heat to chemists; it perfects all the work.

Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.

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?

Tis love in love that makes the sport.

A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity.

Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.