Maxioms by William Congreve
Beauty is the lover's gift.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
Sop to Cerebus.
If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.
Sop to Cerebus.
If I can find Cerebus a sop, I shall be at rest for one day.
Who pleases one against his will.
Who pleases one against his will.
To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must
lose a good name to him, before read more
To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must
lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.
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.
