Post Edited (03-04-04 02:15)
'Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.'
This is from William Congreve's play 'The Mourning Bride' (1697), and is often misquoted as 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'.
Sleep, child, lie quiet, let be:
Now like a still wind, a great tree,
Night upon this city moves
Like leaves, our hungers and our loves.
Sleep, rest easy, while you may.
Soon it is day.
And elsewhere likewise love is stirred:
Elsewhere the speechless song is heard:
Wherever children sleep or wake
Souls are lifted, hearts break.
Sleep, be careless while you can.
Soon you are man.
And everywhere good men contrive
Good reasons not to be alive.
And even should they build their best
No man could bear tell you the rest.
Sleep child, for your parents' sake.
Soon you must wake.
thank you that has been driving me crazy!
this was a poem about lovers who had a suicide pact. She went through with it but he did'nt. When He did die she marched out of hell and into heaven and dragged him back to hell with her. I'm thinking it was 17th or 18th century.
Not what you are looking for, but the topic reminds me of a rhyme (maybe by Piet Hein?) I once saw quoted in some dictionary of difficult words to illustrate the meaning of the word 'fungible'. It went something like:
One hell on earth is almost inexpungible:
The fury of a female who finds herself fungible.