William Congreve1670–1729Heav’n hath no rage like love to hatred turn’d, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn’d.
The Mourning Bride (1697), Act III, scene viiiSay what you will, tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
The Way of the World (1700)I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
Love for Love (1695)I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
The Old Bachelor (1693), Act II, scene viiFor blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.The Mourning Bride (1697), Act V, scene 12If there’s delight in love, ‘tis when I see
That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.The Way of the World (1700), Act III, scene xiiDefer not till tomorrow to be wise,
Tomorrow’s sun to thee may never rise.“Letter to Cobham”, line 61Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
Love for Love (1695), Act IV, scene xxMusick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast,
To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak.The Mourning Bride (1697)
