William Congreve Quotes

Now will I, in my old way, discover the whole and real truth of the matter to him, that he may not suspect one word on’t.

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

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

O, she is the antidote to desire.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

A little scorn is alluring.

Heav'n hath no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd,
Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.

Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants, like a maker of pincushions; thou art in truth (metaphorically speaking) a speaker of shorthand.

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

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

Music hath charms to sooth a savage breast.

Well, I shall understand your lingo one of these days, cousin.

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

He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.

Thou liar of the first magnitude.