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