William Congreve

And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes
to her feet, as they steal read more

And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes
to her feet, as they steal in and out, and play at bo-peep under
her petticoats!

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.

There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased,
They scarcely come inclining to be pleased:
And sure read more

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.

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.