97 ordspråk av William Congreve
William Congreve
Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play
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Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise
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Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness, speak cheering words while their ears can hear, and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier by them.
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Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain, whether of our worth or worthlessness, we are almost impervious to fear.
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For 'tis some virtue, virtue to commend.
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Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
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He that first cries out stop thief, is often he that has stolen the treasure.
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He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views
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Heav'n has no rage, like love to hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorn'd
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Heaven Hath no rage like a love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned
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I always take blushing either for a sign of guilt, or of ill breeding.
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I am always of the opinion with the learned, if they speak first.
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I came upstairs into the world; for I was born in a cellar.
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I chiefly made it my own care to initiate her very infancy in the rudiments of virtue, and to impress upon her tender years a young odium and aversion to the very sight of men.
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I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections
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