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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.
William Congreve
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William Congreve
Age: 58 †
Born: 1670
Born: January 24
Died: 1729
Died: January 19
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No, I'm no enemy to learning it hurts not me.
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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.
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Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.
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Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, And black despair succeeds brown study.
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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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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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I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.
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One minute gives invention to destroy What to rebuild, will a whole age employ.
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Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast...
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Whoever is king, is also the father of his country.
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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.
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Words are the weak support of cold indifference love has no language to be heard.
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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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O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
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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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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.
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If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
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