William Congreve

Beauty is the lover’s gift…

Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved…

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted…

No, I’m no enemy to learning it hurts not me…

Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education…

Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight…

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness…

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of ’em…

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a…

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play…

There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to…