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William Congreve Quotes and Quotations
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, and the overtaking and possessing of a wish, discovers the folly of the chase. In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers anybody else to rail at me. Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I know that's a secret, for it's whispered everywhere. Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise. Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear. Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing. Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned. Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure, Marry'd in hast, we may repent at leisure. Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast. Poetry, the eldest sister of all arts, and parent of most. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. |