Showing posts with label William Congreve. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William Congreve. Show all posts

Sunday, February 13, 2011

William Congreve

Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned,
Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorned.
(From his 1697 play, The Mourning Bride.  The second line is very familiar, but the first line should not be overlooked.  Tomorrow is Valentine's Day -- have you finished your shopping yet?)


"Love to hatred turned"?