Maxioms by William Congreve
Beauty is the lover's gift.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
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.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, though the overtaking and possessing of a read more
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, though the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
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
