William Congreve

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.

What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my
own vitals?

What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my
own vitals?

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.

Sop to Cerebus.
If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.

Sop to Cerebus.
If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.

There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased,
They scarcely come inclining to be pleased:
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There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased,
They scarcely come inclining to be pleased:
And sure he must have more than mortal Skill,
Who please one against his Will.