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All well bred persons lie - Besides, you are a woman you must never speak what you think.
William Congreve
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William Congreve
Age: 58 †
Born: 1670
Born: January 24
Died: 1729
Died: January 19
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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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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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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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Delay not till tomorrow to be wise tomorrow's sun to thee may neve rise.
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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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Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.
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If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.
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O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
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