Quotes by William Congreve

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Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

I know that's a secret, for it's whispered everywhere.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life.
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study.
They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
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.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.
Courtship to marriage is as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.