William Congreve


English Playwright, Dramatist and Poet

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Married in haste, we repent at leisure.

Rather courtship to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

There is nothing more unbecoming a man of quality than to laugh ... 'tis such a vulgar expression of the passion!

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.

You'll grow devilish fat upon this paper-diet!

Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.

Read and take your nourishment in at your eyes; shut up your mouth and chew the cud of understanding.

These articles subscribed, if I continue to endure you a little longer, I may by degrees dwindle into a wife.

What, wouldst thou have me turn pelican, and feed thee out of my own vitals?

Music alone with sudden charms can bind the wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.

Read, read, sirrah, and refine your appetite; learn to live upon instruction; frost your mind and mortify your flesh.

They are at the end of the gallery retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

When wit and reason both have fail'd to move kind looks and actions, (from success) do prove ev'n silence may be eloquent in love.

Nature, to each allots his proper Sphere, But, that forsaken, we like Comets err Toss'd thro' the Void, by some rude Shock we're broke, And all our boasted Fire is lost in Smoke

Retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

Where modesty's ill manners, 'tis but fitThat impudence and malice pass for wit.

Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.

Rise to meet him in a pretty disorder - yes- O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion.

They could neither of them speak for rage, and so fell a-sputtering at one another like two roasting apples.

Who nothing has to lose, the war bewails; and he who nothing pay, at taxes rails.

No mask like open truth to cover lies,As to go naked is the best disguise.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Tho' marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools.

Who pleases one against his will.

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English Playwright, Dramatist and Poet