Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. – William Congreve
They come together like the Coroners Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. – William Congreve
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. – William Congreve
They come together like the Coroners Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. – William Congreve
Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass. – William Congreve
Say what you will, tis better to be left than never to have been loved. – William Congreve