Maxioms by William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Who pleases one against his will.
Who pleases one against his will.
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.
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.
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
