John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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William Congreve. (16701729) |
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1 | Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. |
The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1. |
2 | By magic numbers and persuasive sound. |
The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1. |
3 | Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. 1 |
The Mourning Bride. Act iii. Sc. 8. |
4 | For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. |
The Mourning Bride. Act v. Sc. 12. |
5 | If there s delight in love, t is when I see That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me. |
The Way of the World, Act iii. Sc. 12. |
6 | Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude. |
Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5. |
7 | I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar. 2 |
Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 7. |
8 | Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days. |
The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
9 | Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. 3 |
The Old Bachelor. Act v. Sc. 1. |
10 | Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrows sun to thee may never rise. 4 |
Letter to Cobham. |
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