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.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise;
Or should to-morrow read more

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise;
Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight
With her enlivening and unlook'd for light,
How grateful will appear her dawning rays!
As favours unexpected doubly please.

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.

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play

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.