Quotes by William Congreve

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

Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

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.