Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. – William Congreve
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study. – William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. – William Congreve
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study. – William Congreve
They come together like the Coroners Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. – William Congreve