Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.
Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.
Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.
Tis love in love that makes the sport.
'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.
A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity.