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.

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.

And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes
to her feet, as they steal read more

And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes
to her feet, as they steal in and out, and play at bo-peep under
her petticoats!

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.

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.