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William Congreve Quotes


An English playwright and poet.
(1670 - 1729)

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'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.
 

A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.
 

A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring.
 

A wit should be no more sincere than a woman constant.
 

Beauty is the lover's gift.
[Beauty]
 

Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
[Deeds]
 

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.
 

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.
 

Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.
[Procrastination]
 

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.
[Fear]
 

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
 

He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.
 

Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.
[Anger]
 

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.
 

I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
 

I know a lady that loves talking so incessantly, she won't give an echo fair play; she has that everlasting rotation of tongue that an echo must wait till she dies before it can catch her last words!
[Talking]
 

I know that's a secret, for it's whispered everywhere.
 

If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
 

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
 

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers anybody else to rail at me.
[Marriage]
 


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