More from William Congreve

  1. O, she is the antidote to desire.
  2. Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.
  3. 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 marr…
  4. I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
  5. If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.
  6. Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
  7. Say what you will, tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
  8. They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

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