A collection of notable quotations from a variety of Early Modern Era individuals. See the Guide for more details.

'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman. — William Congreve
A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one. — William Congreve
A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring. — William Congreve
A wit should be no more sincere than a woman constant. — William Congreve
Beauty is the lover's gift. — William Congreve
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. — William Congreve
Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play. — William Congreve
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear. — William Congreve
Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure. — William Congreve
He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views. — William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. — William Congreve
I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections. — William Congreve
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull. — William Congreve
I know that's a secret, for it's whispered everywhere. — William Congreve
If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me. — William Congreve
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable. — William Congreve
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. — William Congreve
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study. — William Congreve
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. — William Congreve
Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight. — William Congreve
No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me. — William Congreve
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. — William Congreve
She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises. — William Congreve
There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire. — William Congreve
They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom. — William Congreve
They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week. — William Congreve
To find a young fellow that is neither a wit in his own eye, nor a fool in the eye of the world, is a very hard task. — William Congreve
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing. — William Congreve
Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond. — William Congreve
You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words. — William Congreve

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