William Congreve

(24 January 1670 – 19 January 1729)

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an English playwright and poet.

Early Life

Congreve was born in Bardsey, West Yorkshire, England (near Leeds). His parents were William Congreve (1637–1708) and his wife, Mary (née Browning; 1636?–1715); a sister was buried in London in 1672. He spent his childhood in Ireland, where his father, a Cavalier, had settled during the reign of Charles II. Congreve was educated at ... more »

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  • ''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).
  • ''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).
  • '''Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.''
    William Congreve (1670-1729), British dramatist. Tattle, in Love for Love, act 5, sc. 1 (1695).
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False Though She Be

FALSE though she be to me and love,
   I'll ne'er pursue revenge;
For still the charmer I approve,
   Though I deplore her change.

In hours of bliss we oft have met:
   They could not always last;
And though the present I regret,
   I'm grateful for the past.

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