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.
A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity.
Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.
Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.