'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.
Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.
A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity.
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
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?