For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though late, a sure reward succeeds.
William Congreve (1670 - 1729)
Source: The Mourning Bride. Act v. Sc. 12.
Contributed by: Zaady
I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
Source: The Way of the World, 1700
O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
Source: Love for Love, 1695
Thou liar of the first magnitude.
Retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
Source: The Double Dealer, 1694
Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, Tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.
Source: Letter to Cobham.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, though the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.
Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which , to admire, we should not understand.
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.
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