More from William Congreve

  1. I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
  2. If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
  3. 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.
  4. Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
  5. Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, Tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.
  6. Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
  7. Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, And black despair succeeds brown study.
  8. It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.

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