If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
William Congreve
If this be not love, it is ...
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Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
William Congreve
Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read that things inanimate have moved, and, as with living souls, have been inform'd, by magic numbers and persuasive sound.
William Congreve
Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.
William Congreve
Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...
William Congreve
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy,
And black despair succeeds brown study.
William Congreve
