Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.
A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity.
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.
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.