William Congreve quotes- 10 of
Music has charms to soothe a savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy,
And black despair succeeds brown study.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
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.
They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
False though she be to me and Love,
I'll ne'er pursue Revenge;
I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion; I loathe the country.
Pious Selinda goes to prayers,
If I but ask the favour;
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure:
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see
That heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
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