Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Quote by William Congreve

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Beauty is the lover's gift.

Beauty is the lover's gift.

Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study.

Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brown study.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of...

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of...

I know that's a secret, for it's whispered every where.

I know that's a secret, for it's whispered every where.

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring.

A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring.

They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according...

They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according...

Beauty is the lover's gift

Beauty is the lover's gift

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict...

You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict...

Nature, to each allots his proper Sphere, But, that forsaken, we like Comets err: Toss'd...

Nature, to each allots his proper Sphere, But, that forsaken, we like Comets err: Toss'd...

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see That heart, which others bleed for,...

If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see That heart, which others bleed for,...

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while...

She likes herself, yet others hates, For that which in herself she prizes; And while...

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.

If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.

A wit should be no more sincere than a woman constant.

A wit should be no more sincere than a woman constant.

They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the...

They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the...

There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to...

There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to...

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em:...

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em:...

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very...

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very...