A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity.
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments.
Success is a rare paint, hides all the ugliness.
Tis love in love that makes the sport.
Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.