William Congreve Quotes
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Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
William Congreve
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Author Details:
Topic:
Love Quotes
Type:
Poet Quotes
Category:
English Poet Quotes
Date of Birth:
February 10, 1670
Date of Death:
January 19, 1729
Nationality:
English
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Related Authors:
John Keats
Alfred Lord Tennyson
William Wordsworth
Alexander Pope
Robert Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
W. H. Auden
John Milton
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Select William Congreve Quotations:
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
William Congreve
Music hath charms to soothe a savage beast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
William Congreve
I know that's a secret, for it's whispered every where.
William Congreve
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
William Congreve
You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words.
William Congreve
Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.
William Congreve
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Quote Keywords:

Been,
Better,
Left,
Loved,
Never,
Say,
Than,
Tis,
Will
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Loved,
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All William Congreve Quotations:
A hungry wolf at all the...
A little disdain is not amiss...
A wit should be no more...
Beauty is the lover's gift.
Come, come, leave business to idlers...
Courtship is to marriage, as a...
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we...
Grief walks upon the heels of...
He who closes his ears to...
Heaven has no rage like love...
I confess freely to you, I...
I find we are growing serious...
I know that's a secret, for...
If there's delight in love, 'Tis...
If this be not love, it...
In my conscience I believe the...
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy...
Music hath charms to soothe a...
Never go to bed angry, stay...
No, I'm no enemy to learning...
Say what you will, 'tis better...
She likes herself, yet others hates...
There is in true beauty, as...
They are at the end of...
They come together like the Coroner's...
Tis well enough for a servant...
To find a young fellow that...
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys...
Wit must be foiled by wit...
You are a woman: you must...
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