Maxioms by William Congreve
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.
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.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
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
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.
