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.

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.

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, though the overtaking and possessing of a read more

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, though the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.

Beauty is the lover's gift.

Beauty is the lover's gift.