William Congreve (24 January 1670 – 19 January 1729)
Quotations
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''Heav'n has no Rage like Love to Hatred turn'd,
William Congreve (1670-1729), British dramatist. Zara, in The Mourning Bride, act 3 (1697).
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.'' -
''Music has charms to soothe a savage breast,
William Congreve (1670-1729), British dramatist. Almeria, in The Mourning Bride, act 1, sc. 1 (1697). Opening lines of play.
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.'' -
''Invention flags, his brain goes muddy,
William Congreve (1670-1729), British dramatist. An Impossible Thing.
And black despair succeeds brown study.'' -
''I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.''
William Congreve (1670-1729), British dramatist. Araminta, in The Old Bachelor, act 2, sc. 2 (1693). The conversation turns on the subject of love. -
''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 (1670-1729), British dramatist. Bellmour, in The Old Bachelor, act 1, sc. 1. Said of Belinda. -
''They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.''
William Congreve (1670-1729), British dramatist. Fainall, in The Way of the World, act 1, sc. 1 (1700). -
''False though she be to me and Love,
William Congreve (1670-1729), British poet. False Though She Be (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
I'll ne'er pursue Revenge;
For still the Charmer I approve,
Tho' I deplore her change.'' -
''I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion; I loathe the country.''
William Congreve (1670-1729), British dramatist. Mrs. Millamant, in The Way of the World, act 4, sc. 4 (1700). -
''Pious Selinda goes to prayers,
William Congreve (1670-1729), British poet. Pious Selinda (l. 1-8). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.
If I but ask the favour;
And yet the tender fool's in tears,
When she believes I'll leave her.
Would I were free from this restraint,
Or else had hopes to win her;
Would she would make of me a saint,
Or I of her a sinner.'' -
''Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure:
William Congreve (1670-1729), British dramatist. Sharper, in The Old Bachelor, act 5, sc. 1 (1693). to which Setter replies, "Some by experience find those words misplaced: At leisure married, they repent in haste."
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.''
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