Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
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
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
William Congreve
Age: 58 †
Born: 1670
Born: January 24
Died: 1729
Died: January 19
Engineer
Librettist
Playwright
Poet
Translator
Writer
Thus
Contemplates
Depends
Admires
Alone
Trusts
State
Pleasing
Upon
Contemplating
States
Adore
Soul
Admire
Nothing
Thee
Adores
More quotes by William Congreve
Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.
William Congreve
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
William Congreve
If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.
William Congreve
Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand
William Congreve
He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
William Congreve
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.
William Congreve
No, I'm no enemy to learning it hurts not me.
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
They are at the end of the gallery retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
William Congreve
No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
William Congreve
Turn pimp, flatterer, quack, lawyer, parson, be chaplain to an atheist, or stallion to an old woman, anything but a poet for a poet is worse, more servile, timorous and fawning than any I have named.
William Congreve
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
William Congreve
A woman only obliges a man to secrecy, that she may have the pleasure of telling herself.
William Congreve
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, And black despair succeeds brown study.
William Congreve
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
William Congreve
There is in true Beauty, as in Courage, somewhat which narrow Souls cannot dare to admire.
William Congreve
Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.
William Congreve
I nauseate walking 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
William Congreve
I am always of the opinion with the learned, if they speak first.
William Congreve
Whoever is king, is also the father of his country.
William Congreve