A quiet mediocrity is still to be preferred before a troubled superfluity.

Tis love in love that makes the sport.

But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments.

Joy never feasts so high as when the first course is of misery.

Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.

'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear.

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?