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.
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?
Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.