Maxioms by William Congreve
Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play
Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
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.