Quote#Freedom
Pious Selinda goes to Pray’rs
Quote byWilliam Congreve · 1670–1729
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Song"; Poetical Miscellanies: The Fifth Part (1704), p. 362.
English (original)
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.
— William Congreve
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