Maxioms by William Congreve
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.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
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.
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
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
