Maxioms by William Congreve
Music hath charm to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Music hath charm to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
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.
I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough
to be a wit.
I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough
to be a wit.
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.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
