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

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.

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

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?

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

Tis love in love that makes the sport.

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