William Congreve

Playwright and poet, 1670-1729

Cited as Congreve. — 15 quotations

Careless she is with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected.

You're an absolute borachio.

I will not give myself liberty to think, lest I should cool.

A fool and a doily stuff, would now and then find days of grace, and be worn for variety.

Tenderness becomes me best, a sort of dyingness; you see that picture, Foible, -- a swimmingness in the eyes; yes, I'll look so.

Hoity-toity! What have I to do with dreams?

I have thoughts to tarry a small matter.

Rivet and nail me where I stand, ye powers!

I am somewhat dainty in making a resolution, because when I make it, I keep it; I don't stand shill-I-shall-I then; if I say 't, I'll do 't.

Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

They could neither of them speak their rage, and so fell a sputtering at one another, like two roasting apples.

Thus gods contended -- noble strife - Who most should ease the wants of life.

Some few verses are inserted or substituted in the room of others.

My honor is infallible and uncomeatable.

A deed of settlement of the best part of her estate, which I wheedled out of her.