He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.
Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd. Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.william congreve
Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repentThe base Injustice thou hast done my Love:Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress,And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn'd;Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.william congreve