Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires. William Congreve More Quotes by William Congreve More Quotes From William Congreve No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me. William Congreve it-hurts hurt enemy Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond. William Congreve diamond-rings jewelry cutting 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 action may thinking A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty. William Congreve decay arguing beauty Whoever is king, is also the father of his country. William Congreve kings country father Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone. William Congreve thee states soul O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell. William Congreve kissing missing If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me. William Congreve heart love life A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself. William Congreve pleasure may men 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 likes hate laughing Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast... William Congreve savages charm inspiration Beauty is the lover's gift. William Congreve lovers beauty A little scorn is alluring. William Congreve alluring scorn littles It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind. William Congreve vices business kindness Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined. William Congreve ambition mind love Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds. William Congreve deeds blessing waiting How hard a thing 'twould be to please you all. William Congreve hard please theatre Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play. William Congreve marriage play witty I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere. William Congreve secret knows O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair. William Congreve hate hair writing
