William Congreve ( 10 of 22 )
Beauty is the lover's gift.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
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.
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.
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.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
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 find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of
being dull.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of
being dull.
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
