Beauty is the lovers gift. – William Congreve
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study. – William Congreve
Beauty is the lovers gift. – William Congreve
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study. – William Congreve
Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play. – William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. – William Congreve