Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. The Mourning Bride. Act iii. Sc. 8
William Congreve
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
William Congreve
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. The Old Bachelor. Act v. Sc. 1
William Congreve