Maxioms by William Congreve
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
What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my
own vitals?
What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my
own vitals?
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.
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
