Maxioms by William Congreve
Who pleases one against his will.
Who pleases one against his will.
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.
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.
I came up-stairs into the world; for I was born in a cellar.
I came up-stairs into the world; for I was born in a cellar.
