William Congreve

What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my
own vitals?

What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my
own vitals?

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

Thy wife is a constellation of virtues; she's the moon, and thou
art the man in the moon.

Thy wife is a constellation of virtues; she's the moon, and thou
art the man in the moon.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.