William Congreve

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.

I came up-stairs into the world; for I was born in a cellar.

I came up-stairs into the world; for I was born in a cellar.

And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes
to her feet, as they steal read more

And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes
to her feet, as they steal in and out, and play at bo-peep under
her petticoats!

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.