Maxioms by William Congreve
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.
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.
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.
Who pleases one against his will.
Who pleases one against his will.
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
