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Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.

William Congreve

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William Congreve
Age: 58 †
Born: 1670
Born: January 24
Died: 1729
Died: January 19
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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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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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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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If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
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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 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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Who pleases one against his will.
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A little scorn is alluring.
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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.
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