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Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.
William Congreve
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William Congreve
Age: 58 †
Born: 1670
Born: January 24
Died: 1729
Died: January 19
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Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's Sun to thee may never rise Or should to-morrow chance to cheer thy sight With her enlivening and unlook'd for light, How grateful will appear her dawning rays! As favours unexpected doubly please.
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But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.
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She once used me with that insolence, that in revenge I took her to pieces sifted her, and separated her failings I studied 'em, and got 'em by rote. The catalogue was so large, that I was not without hopes, one day or other to hate her heartily.
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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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I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.
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Every man plays the fool once in his live, but to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.
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One minute gives invention to destroy What to rebuild, will a whole age employ.
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I know a lady that loves to talk so incessantly, she won't give an echo fair play she has that everlasting rotation of tongue that an echo must wait till she dies before it can catch her last words!
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O, she is the antidote to desire.
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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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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.
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A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.
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A little scorn is alluring.
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Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
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He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
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Guilt is ever at a loss, and confusion waits upon it when innocence and bold truth are always ready for expression.
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Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
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Women like flames have a destroying power never to be quenched till they themselves devour.
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To converse with Scandal is to play at Losing Loadum, you must lose a good name to him, before you can win it for yourself.
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