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.

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.

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

Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.

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

Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.