A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty. – William Congreve
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study. – 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
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study. – William Congreve
Say what you will, tis better to be left than never to have been loved. – William Congreve
There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire. – William Congreve