William Congreve Quotes

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.

Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.

Careless she is with artful care,
Affecting to seem unaffected.

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

Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent
The base Injustice thou hast done my Love:
Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress,
And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn'd;
Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.

Ah! Whither, whither shall I fly,
A poor unhappy Maid;
To hopeless Love and Misery
By my own Heart betray’d?

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.

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

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

A little scorn is alluring.

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

I warrant you, if he danced till doomsday, he thought I was to pay the piper.

Love's but a frailty of the mind,
When 'tis not with ambition joined.

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.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.