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

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.

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?

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

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

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