Maxioms by William Congreve
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.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of
being dull.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of
being dull.
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.
Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
Who pleases one against his will.
Who pleases one against his will.
