Maxioms by William Congreve
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.
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.
There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased,
They scarcely come inclining to be pleased:
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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 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.
Who pleases one against his will.
Who pleases one against his will.