Tag: William Congreve

I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered every where

William Congreve

Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast,

To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak.

William Congreve

Heav’n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn’d,

Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn’d.

William Congreve