Maxioms by William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
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 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.
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.
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.
