Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.
'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.
Tis love in love that makes the sport.
Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.
But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments.