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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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William Congreve
Age: 58 †
Born: 1670
Born: January 24
Died: 1729
Died: January 19
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Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t'other.
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Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay hold of nothing but you.
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Marriage is honourable, as you say and if so, wherefore should Cuckoldom be a Discredit, being deriv'd from so honourable a Root?
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To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task.
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I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.
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Would any thing but a madman complain of uncertainty? Uncertainty and expectation are joys of life security is an insipid thing and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
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If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.
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They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
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A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.
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A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.
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These articles subscribed, if I continue to endure you a little longer, I may by degrees dwindle into wife.
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There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased, They scarcely come inclining to be pleased: And sure he must have more than mortal Skill, Who please one against his Will.
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No, I'm no enemy to learning it hurts not me.
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Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
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Marriage indeed may qualify the fury of his passion, but it very rarely mends a man's manners.
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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.
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Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.
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I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.
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Blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, and though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
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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.
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