Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. – William Congreve
A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty. – William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. – William Congreve
A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty. – 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