Quote #16
I warrant you, if he danced till doomsday, he thought I was to pay the piper.
More from William Congreve
- Thou liar of the first magnitude.
- O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
- No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
- I know that's a secret, for it's whispered every where.
- Though marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools.
- Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand.
- Retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
- Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.