William Congreve

1670 - 1729

A Quote by William Congreve on desires

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O, she is the antidote to desire.

William Congreve (1670 - 1729)

Source: The Way of the World, 1700

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A Quote by William Congreve on blessings, deed, reward, and virtue

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.

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A Quote by William Congreve on country

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I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.

William Congreve (1670 - 1729)

Source: The Way of the World, 1700

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A Quote by William Congreve on kiss

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O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.

William Congreve (1670 - 1729)

Source: Love for Love, 1695

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A Quote by William Congreve on custom, retirement, and scandal

Retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.

William Congreve (1670 - 1729)

Source: The Double Dealer, 1694

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A Quote by William Congreve

Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, Tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.

William Congreve (1670 - 1729)

Source: Letter to Cobham.

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A Quote by William Congreve on expectation, life, security, uncertainty, and wishes

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.

William Congreve (1670 - 1729)

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A Quote by William Congreve on business, kindness, poets, and vices

It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.

William Congreve (1670 - 1729)

Source: The Double Dealer, 1694

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A Quote by William Congreve on admiration, understanding, and women

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which , to admire, we should not understand.

William Congreve (1670 - 1729)

Source: Love for Love, 1695

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A Quote by William Congreve

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.

William Congreve (1670 - 1729)

Source: Amoret

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