Zitat des Tages von William Congreve:
'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman.
Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.
They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.
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.
Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.
A hungry wolf at all the herd will run, In hopes, through many, to make sure of one.
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
A wit should be no more sincere than a woman constant.
Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
They are at the end of the gallery; retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
You are a woman: you must never speak what you think; your words must contradict your thoughts, but your actions may contradict your words.
A little disdain is not amiss; a little scorn is alluring.
I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
I know that's a secret, for it's whispered everywhere.
If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
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.
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.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.
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.
No, I'm no enemy to learning; it hurts not me.