William Congreve — English Poet born on February 10, 1670, died on January 19, 1729

William Congreve was an English playwright and poet... (wikipedia)

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.