Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. – William Congreve
Say what you will, tis better to be left than never to have been loved. – William Congreve

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. – William Congreve
Say what you will, tis better to be left than never to have been loved. – William Congreve
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. – William Congreve
Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman. – William Congreve