166 Quotes by William Congreve

Delay not till tomorrow to be wise; tomorrow’s sun to thee may neve rise.

How hard a thing ’twould be to please you all.

Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand’ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.

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.

Beauty is the lover’s gift.

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

Honor is a public enemy, and conscience a domestic, and he that would secure his pleasure, must pay a tribute to one and go halves with t’other.

Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand.

Music hath charms to sooth a savage breast.