William Congreve

I came up-stairs into the world; for I was born in a cellar.

I came up-stairs into the world; for I was born in a cellar.

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.

To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must
lose a good name to him, before read more

To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must
lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.

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!

Who pleases one against his will.

Who pleases one against his will.