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?

Sop to Cerebus.
If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.

Sop to Cerebus.
If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.

Music hath charm to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

Music hath charm to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough
to be a wit.

I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough
to be a wit.