Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Hell hath no fury like a politican scorned.

Heaven Hath no rage like a love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned

Turn pimp, flatterer, quack, lawyer, parson, be chaplain to an atheist, or stallion to an old woman, anything but a poet; for a poet is worse, more servile, timorous and fawning than any I have named.