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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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William Congreve
Age: 58 †
Born: 1670
Born: January 24
Died: 1729
Died: January 19
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Mr Witwould: Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies. Mrs Millamant: Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose.
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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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If happiness in self-content is placed, The wise are wretched, and fools only blessed.
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One minute gives invention to destroy What to rebuild, will a whole age employ.
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I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.
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If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
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Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.
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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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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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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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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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I know that’s a secret, for it’s whispered everywhere.
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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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Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.
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I hope you do not think me prone to any iteration of nuptials.
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No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
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Let us be very strange and well-bred:Let us be as strange as if we had been married a great whileAnd as well-bred as if we were not married at all.
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