Maxioms by William Congreve
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
