Quote #8
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
More from William Congreve
- Eternity was in that moment.
- Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
- I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
- Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
- 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.
- It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.
- Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, Tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.
- Retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.