Maxioms by William Congreve
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, though the overtaking and possessing of a read more
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, though the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
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.
There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased,
They scarcely come inclining to be pleased:
And sure read more
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.
Music hath charm to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Music hath charm to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
