Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. – William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. – William Congreve

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. – 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