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, 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.

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.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.