William Congreve

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