William Congreve

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She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces; sifted her, and separated her failings; I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.
- William Congreve
Collection: Revenge
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All well bred persons lie - Besides, you are a woman; you must never speak what you think.
- William Congreve
Collection: Lying
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O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.
- William Congreve
Collection: Hate
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Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.
- William Congreve
Collection: Experience
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Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.
- William Congreve
Collection: Soul
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Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose."
- William Congreve
Collection: Hair
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I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.
- William Congreve
Collection: Secret
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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 married at all.
- William Congreve
Collection: Strange
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Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.
- William Congreve
Collection: Fellows
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One minute gives invention to destroy; What to rebuild, will a whole age employ.
- William Congreve
Collection: Giving
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A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.
- William Congreve
Collection: Men
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Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.
- William Congreve
Collection: Honor
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Marriage is honourable, as you say; and if so, wherefore should Cuckoldom be a Discredit, being deriv'd from so honourable a Root?
- William Congreve
Collection: Roots
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Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
- William Congreve
Collection: Blessing
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Marriage indeed may qualify the fury of his passion, but it very rarely mends a man's manners.
- William Congreve
Collection: Passion
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Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...
- William Congreve
Collection: Inspiration
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Words are the weak support of cold indifference; love has no language to be heard.
- William Congreve
Collection: Support
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O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
- William Congreve
Collection: Kissing
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A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.
- William Congreve
Collection: Beauty
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There is in true Beauty, as in Courage, somewhat which narrow Souls cannot dare to admire.
- William Congreve
Collection: Inspirational
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Whoever is king, is also the father of his country.
- William Congreve
Collection: Country
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How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all.
- William Congreve
Collection: Theatre
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Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. I've read that things inanimate have moved, and, as with living souls, have been inform'd, by magic numbers and persuasive sound.
- William Congreve
Collection: Music
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Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.
- William Congreve
Collection: Mind
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A little scorn is alluring.
- William Congreve
Collection: Littles
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I always take blushing either for a sign of guilt, or of ill breeding.
- William Congreve
Collection: Guilt
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I am always of the opinion with the learned, if they speak first.
- William Congreve
Collection: Knowledge
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Turn pimp, flatterer, quack, lawyer, parson, be chaplain to an atheist, or stallion to an old woman, anything but a poet; for a poet is worse, more servile, timorous and fawning than any I have named.
- William Congreve
Collection: Atheist
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There is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality than to laugh ... 'tis such a vulgar expression of the passion!
- William Congreve
Collection: Laughter
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I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough to be a wit.
- William Congreve
Collection: Heaven
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Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
- William Congreve
Collection: Love
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Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise; Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.
- William Congreve
Collection: Wise
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Though marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools.
- William Congreve
Collection: Marriage
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O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion.
- William Congreve
Collection: Confusion
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Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
- William Congreve
Collection: Men
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Would any thing but a madman complain of uncertainty? Uncertainty and expectation are joys of life; security is an insipid thing; and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
- William Congreve
Collection: Expectations
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There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased, They scarcely come inclining to be pleased: And sure he must have more than mortal Skill, Who please one against his Will.
- William Congreve
Collection: Skills
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I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
- William Congreve
Collection: Country
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Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it; when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.
- William Congreve
Collection: Loss
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To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.
- William Congreve
Collection: Winning