William Congreve

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.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise;
Or should to-morrow read more

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise;
Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight
With her enlivening and unlook'd for light,
How grateful will appear her dawning rays!
As favours unexpected doubly please.

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.

Who pleases one against his will.

Who pleases one against his will.

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