Expectation makes a blessing dear. Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it was.
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.
'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?
But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments.