William Congreve föddes den 10 februari1670 och dog den 19 januari 1729 - English writer
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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
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
Music has charms to soothe the savage beast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Music hath 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 informed by magic numbers and persuasive sound.
Nature, to each allots his proper Sphere, But, that forsaken, we like Comets err: Toss'd thro' the Void, by some rude Shock we're broke, And all our boasted Fire is lost in Smoke
O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.
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