Maxioms by William Congreve
I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough
to be a wit.
I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough
to be a wit.
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.
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
Who pleases one against his will.
Who pleases one against his will.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, through the overtaking and possessing of a read more
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, through the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
