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Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
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The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1.
William Congreve
By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
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The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1.
William Congreve
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
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The Mourning Bride. Act iii. Sc. 8.
William Congreve
For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.
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The Mourning Bride. Act v. Sc. 12.
William Congreve
If there's delight in love, 't is when I see
That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.
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The Way of the World, Act iii. Sc. 12.
William Congreve
Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude.
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Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5.
William Congreve
I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
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Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 7.
William Congreve
Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.
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The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2.
William Congreve
Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure;
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.
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The Old Bachelor. Act v. Sc. 1.
William Congreve
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.
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Letter to Cobham.
William Congreve
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