In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.
William CongreveWomen are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand
William CongreveIn my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me.
William CongreveWomen are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand
William Congreve