Quote #6
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
More from William Congreve
- 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.
- Eternity was in that moment.
- Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, Tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.
- If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
- Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, And black despair succeeds brown study.
- Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
- Careless she is with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected.
- Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.