But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life bec… - William Congreve

Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Music hath charms to sooth a savage breast.

Pious Selinda goes to Pray’rs, If I but ask the Favour;
And yet the tender Fool’s in Tears, When she believes I’ll leave her.Wou’d I were free from Restraint, Or else had Hopes to win her;
Wou’d she cou’d make of me a Saint, Or I of her a Sinner.

Why will mankind be fools, and be deceived? And why are friends’ and lovers’ oaths believed; When each, who searches strictly his own mind, May so much fraud and power of baseness find?