Quotes
 Ah! Whither, whither shall I fly, A poor unhappy Maid; To hopeless Love and Misery By my own Heart betray'd?- Careless she is with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected.
- Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, And black despair succeeds brown study.
- Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, Tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.
- 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.
- I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
- Eternity was in that moment.
- If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
- Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
- Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
- It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.
- Retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
- Though marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools.
- No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
- Thou liar of the first magnitude.
- I warrant you, if he danced till doomsday, he thought I was to pay the piper.
- O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
- I know that's a secret, for it's whispered every where.
- Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand.
- Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
- 'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.
- Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast, To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak. I've read, that things inanimate have mov'd, And, as with living Souls, have been inform'd, By Magick Numbers and persuasive Sound. What then am I? Am I more senseless grown Than Trees, or Flint? O force of constant Woe! 'Tis not in Harmony to calm my Griefs. Anselmo sleeps, and is at Peace; last Night The silent Tomb receiv'd the good Old King; He and his Sorrows now are safely lodg'd Within its cold, but hospitable Bosom. Why am not I at Peace?
- Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent The 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.
- They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
- Say what you will, tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
- Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
- If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.
- I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
- Let us be very strange and well-bred: Let us be as strange as if we had been married a great while; And as well-bred as if we were not married at all.
- Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.
- O, she is the antidote to desire.
- Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.
william congreve
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