William Congreve Quotes

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
William Congreve
Defer not till tomorrow to be wise tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.
William Congreve
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
William Congreve
I know that's a secret for it's whispered everywhere.
William Congreve
Poetry the eldest sister of all arts and parent of most.
William Congreve
Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast to soften rocks or bend a knotted oak.
William Congreve
Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.
William Congreve
Poetry the eldest sister of all arts and parent of most.
William Congreve
Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast to soften rocks or bend a knotted oak.
William Congreve
Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.
William Congreve
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure Marry'd in hast we may repent at leisure.
William Congreve
In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me for she never speaks well of me herself nor suffers anybody else to rail at me.
William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned.
William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
William Congreve
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain whether of our worth or worthlessness we are almost impervious to fear.
William Congreve
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
William Congreve
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
William Congreve
Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorn'd.
William Congreve
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.
William Congreve
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
William Congreve
He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.
William Congreve
You'll grow devilish fat upon this paper-diet!
William Congreve