William Congreve quotes Born: 01/24/1670 Died: 01/19/1729 Country: united_kingdom

• 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. (William Congreve) [conscience/soul & body]
• Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure. (William Congreve) [misfortune/pleasure/leisure]
• Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study. (William Congreve) [brain]
• Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. (William Congreve) [/life]
• Music has charms to soothe the savage beast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. (William Congreve) [music]
• A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty. (William Congreve) [more/beauty]
• Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds. (William Congreve)
• I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull. (William Congreve) [find/danger/being]
• Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. (William Congreve) [rage/love/hatred]
• A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one. (William Congreve)
• A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring. (William Congreve)
• A wit should be no more sincere than a woman constant. (William Congreve)
• Beauty is the lover's gift. (William Congreve)
• Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass. (William Congreve)
• Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play. (William Congreve)
• Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear. (William Congreve)
• He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views. (William Congreve)
• I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections. (William Congreve)
• I know that's a secret, for it's whispered every where. (William Congreve)
• If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me. (William Congreve)
• If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable. (William Congreve)
• Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. (William Congreve)
• No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me. (William Congreve)
• Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. (William Congreve)
• She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises. (William Congreve)
• There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire. (William Congreve)
• They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom. (William Congreve)
• They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. (William Congreve)
• 'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman. (William Congreve)
• To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task. (William Congreve)
• Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing. (William Congreve)

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