Quotes from William Congreve

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, and the overtaking and possessing of a wish, discovers the folly of the chase.

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

Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.

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

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.

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.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.

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.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure Marry'd in hast we may repent at leisure.

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand

Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.

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

But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.

Music hath charms to sooth a savage breast.

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

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.

One no more owes one's beauty to a lover than one's wit to an echo

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

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.

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

All well bred persons lie – Besides, you are a woman; you must never speak what you think…