Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
William Congreve (1670 - 1729)
Source: The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1.
Contributed by: Zaady
No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
Source: The Double Dealer, 1694
Heav'n hath no rage like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.
Source: Act iii. Sc. 8.
Careless she is with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected.
Retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
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.
Source: Love for Love, 1695
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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