William Congreve: Quotes

• Anger

  Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd.
  Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd.
  William Congreve: The Mourning Bride

• Evolution

  I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.William Congreve: Letters upon Several Occasions

• Marriage

  SHARPER: Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure:
   Marry'd in haste, we may repent at leisure.
  SETTER: Some by experience find those words misplac'd:
   At leisure marry'd, they repent in haste.William Congreve: The Old Bachelor

• Music

  Music has charms to soothe a savage breast,
  To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
  William Congreve: The Mourning Bride

• Secrets

  I know that's a secret, for it's whispered everywhere.William Congreve: Love for Love