English - Poet | January 24, 1670 - January 19, 1729
Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.
William Congreve
MarriageDatingPlayWittyDull
She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.
OthersSheHerselfLikesHatesThem
Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.
AngerFightAngryBedGoNever
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
GreatFindSeriousGrowingDanger
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study.
BrainBlackInventionStudyDespair
Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.
WitCutDiamondMust
No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.
LearningMeEnemyHurts
Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.
FatherBusinessWisdomTimeFools
You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words.
WomanWordsThoughtsSpeakThink
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.
MeBelieveBodyI BelieveNeverShe
They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
TeaEndGalleryAncientCustom
They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
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