Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants.
Quotes by 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.
No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
Though marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
Thou liar of the first magnitude.
O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.









